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I ran out in the morning when the air was clean and new
- Bryan Waller Procter
I ranted to the knave and fool,
- William Butler Yeats
I reach the marble-streeted town,
- Thomas Hardy
I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned
- Oscar Wilde
I remember a house where all were good
- Gerard Manley Hopkins
I remember a time when the sun was generous
- Anthony James Leahy
I remember Falaise and the songs that we sung
- Hezekiah Butterworth
I remember the Chillicothe ball players
- Carl Sandburg
I remember the city of Karlstad
- Ash Dean
I rested on the breezy height
- Duncan Campbell Scott
I ripple the fronds of the cocoanut palm
- George E. Merrick
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
I rose and went to Rou'tor Town
- Thomas Hardy
I salute you, O Frenchman, fellow-republican
- Duncan Forbes
I saluted a nobody.
- Carl Sandburg
I sat at Berne, and watched the chain
- Walter Herries Pollock
I sat beside the glowing grate, fresh heaped
- William Cullen Bryant
I sat in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day
- Thomas Hardy
I sat upon a windy mountain height
- Douglas Sladen
I saw a child upon a Highland moor
- Arthur Henry Hallam
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