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Mogg Megone - Part II.
John Greenleaf Whittier
tremble in the sunny skies, As if, from waving bough to bough, Flitted the birds of paradise. ThereRate it:

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Monday In Whitsun-Week
John Keble
wild-flower wreaths from side to side Their waving tracery hang, to hide What ruthless Time has wRate it:

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Monody On Henry Headley
William Lisle Bowles
last that lingered on the fading green. The waving wood high o'er the cliff reclined, The murmuringRate it:

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Mozart's Requiem
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
pomp of stately grief, Banner, and torch, and waving plume deplor'd? Not so, it is not so! The Rate it:

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Musings
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
army stood In a panoply of gold! I saw them waving their banners high, As their crests to the nighRate it:

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My Earlier Life
Charles Baudelaire
with odors, Who refreshed my brow with waving palms My only care to bring to meaning from anguish Rate it:

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My Land
Arthur Henry Adams
flower set In the green foliage of the waving sea; Or like a maiden whose fair heart is free, Rate it:

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My Thanks,
John Greenleaf Whittier
tint or shade which falls, From sunset cloud or waving tree, Along my pilgrim path, recalls The pleRate it:

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Nadowessian Death-Lament
Friedrich Schiller
falcon eye, That the reindeer's tread On the waving grass could spy, Thick with dewdrops spread? Rate it:

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Nancy Knapp
Edgar Lee Masters
in a roar of flame, As I danced in the yard with waving arms, While he wept like a freezing steer. Rate it:

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Narrative And Dramatic The Wanderings Of Oisin
William Butler Yeats
mouse, In his own leafy forest house Among the waving fields of fern: The hunting of heroes should Rate it:

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Never, Never Land
Henry Lawson
lake-land after rain; To the skyline sweeps the waving grass, Or whirls the scorching sand- A phantRate it:

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Niagara
Joseph Rodman Drake
the north to the onset he rushes, And his wide-waving falchion gleams brightly in air. Around himRate it:

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Niobe In Distress For Her Children Slain By Apollo, From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI. And From A View Of The Painting Of Mr. Richard Wilson
Phillis Wheatley
to the goddess pay. The rich perfumes ascend in waving spires, And altars blaze with consecrated fiRate it:

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Nora
Henry Laurie
fro, By the she-oak’s tresses made, Waving slow In the breeze; But no vRate it:

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Now Spring Has Clad The Grove In Green
Robert Burns
And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen Rejoice in fostering showRate it:

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Ode II: To Sleep
Mark Akenside
the brook its liquid murmur pours, And lulls the waving scene to more profound repose. III. Oh letRate it:

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Ode On A Distant Prospect Of Eton College
Thomas Gray
that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul theRate it:

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Ode to Fancy
Joseph Warton
bound, Thy brows with Indian feathers crown'd, Waving in thy snowy hand An all-commanding magic wanRate it:

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Ode To The Departing Year
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
and a bowed mind; When lo! its folds far waving on the wind, I saw the train of the departing Year!Rate it:

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Ode To The Spirit Of The Earth In Autumn
George Meredith
her fill on Autumn's sunset skies, When at a waving of the fallen light Sprang realms of rosy fruRate it:

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Ode to Vanity
Mary Darby Robinson
For thee, they dress their festive bow'rs With waving wreaths of scented flow'rs, Where the bold Rate it:

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Oh! He's Nothing But A Soldier
Anonymous Americas
brightly, As the sun lit up the plain. No waving plume or feather Flashed its crimson in the light Rate it:

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Old heltberg
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
the flag of free thought o'er all life wide is waving. -Bankrupted merchants who their books had woRate it:

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On A Bank Of Flowers
Robert Burns
His bosom ill at rest. Her robes, light-waving in the breeze, Her tender limbs embrace; HRate it:

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