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A year Goes bye Lisa Palais	Another dawn A year seems short To those who ail And wonder why The body fail Why they wished The time away Now hoping for Just one...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
One More Step Stbrians or baby police	Things become so rough We ail, are well and work Eating is ours with no turning back Then real sickness arrive Old age makes...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
A bucolic betwixt two;lacon and thyrsis Robert Herrick	Tell me, do thy kine now fail To fulfil the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Cradle Song, The Arbor of Amorous Devices, 1593-4 Nicholas Breton	thy mother's moan; Thou want'st the wit to wail her woe, And I myself am all alone: Why dost thou weep? why dost thou wail? And know'st...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Sweet Lullaby Nicholas Breton	thy mother's moan, Thou want'st the wit to wail her woe, And I myself am all alone. Why dost thou weep? why dost thou wail? And knowest not yet...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ballad of the Jelly-Cake Eugene Field	other petty vengeance wreak; And then, with hobnails in her shoes And her two horrid eyes aflame, The mare proceeded to amuse, Herself by...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ballade Of The Tweed Andrew Lang	There's Ettrick, Meggat, Ail, and a', Where trout swim thick in May and June; Ye'll see them take in showers o' snaw...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Be Still, My Soul, Be Still Alfred Edward Housman	Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation; All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain: Horror...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bill Bowls the Sailor William Topaz McGonagall	But in ail his trials at sea, he never did rue; No; the brave tar became reconciled to his fate, And he...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Breton Wife Robert William Service	I cannot tell you...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Canzone VI. Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch)	In dissolution sink, can never fail; Her all, that in one ruin now lies hurl'd, Hopes to have heal'd by thee its every...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Censor Literarum Ambrose Bierce	To say that here, and here, we press-folk...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dark Trinity Robert William Service	Said I to Death: "From ail and fret Grant me...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dipper Dude I candip U Sandra JoAnne Booth-Maxwell	with who’s ear he could bend Someone in which email he could send Wanting to talk about all things in general Simple or hard ~ sane or...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Double Ballad Of Life And Death William Ernest Henley	e, and sots may swill, Cynics gibe, and prophets rail, Moralists may scourge and drill, Preachers prose, and fainthearts quail. Let them whine, or...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy Before Death Edna St. Vincent Millay	Spring will not ail nor autumn falter; Nothing will know that you are gone, Saving alone some sullen plough-land...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
First Love John Clare	And when she looked, what could I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Heart at Mind Ashley Hutcherson	Covered with this darkened sail, To ease the torture and ail, Cure me of my worst wild...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Her Late Husband (King's-Hintock, 182-.) Thomas Hardy	After whose death he seemed to ail, Though none considered...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Ampezzo Trumbull Stickney	Sameness of ruin, while the mountains ail, Summer and sunset-coloured autumn slowly Dissipate down the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Praise of Angling Sir Henry Wotton	Peace and a secure mind, Which ail men seek, we only...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
La Belle Dame Sans Merci John Keats	Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
La Belle Dame Sans Merci (Original version ) John Keats	Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
La Cour du Lion Jean de La Fontaine	Il n'était ambre, il n'était fleur, Qui ne fût ail au...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
La Promenade champêtre Maurice Rollinat	Ici, la cane barboteuse Glousse devant un soupirail ; Là, des bergers frottent leur ail Sur une croûte...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)