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Quarrel
Elinor Morton Wylie
Let us quarrel for these reasons: You detest the salt which seasons My speech . . . and all my lights go out In the cold poison of your doubt. ...Rate it

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After a Quarrel
Alice Duer Miller
WE have quarreled; ugly things have been said, Bitter things, in a tone controlled, well-bred, Temperate; we weighed our words, lest the lust Of ...Rate it

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A Lover's Quarrel Among the Fairies
William Butler Yeats
A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a child. Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly maid! We will lead you hand in hand By the willows in the glade, ...Rate it

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A Lovers' Quarrel
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
We two were lovers, the Sea and I; We plighted our troth ‘neath a summer sky. And all through the riotous ardent weather We dreamed, and loved, a...Rate it

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A Lovers' Quarrel
Robert Browning
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last night's rain, And the South dries the hawth...Rate it

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A Quarrel With Love
Nicholas Breton
Oh that I could write a story Of love's dealing with affection! How he makes the spirit sorry That is touch'd with his infection. But he doth so c...Rate it

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After The Quarrel
Paul Laurence Dunbar
SO we, who've supped the self-same cup, To-night must lay our friendship by; Your wrath has burned your judgment up, Hot breath has blown the ashes...Rate it

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Quarrel In Old Age
William Butler Yeats
WHERE had her sweetness gone? What fanatics invent In this blind bitter town, Fantasy or incident Not worth thinking of, put her in a rage. I had f...Rate it

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The Quarrel
Katherine Mansfield
Our quarrel seemed a giant thing, It made the room feel mean and small, The books, the lamp, the furniture, The very pictures on the wall-- Crowde...Rate it

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Written In A Quarrel
William Cowper
Think, Delia, with what cruel haste Our fleeting pleasures move, Nor heedless in sorrow waste The moments due to love; Be wise, my fair, and gentl...Rate it

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