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Ithaca Constantine P. Cavafy	stop at Phoenician trading centres, and to buy good merchandise, mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony, and sensuous perfumes...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Silhouette of Budget 2022 Sonal Gupta	Union Budget twenty-two will ensure; Data centres and energy storage systems will be added soon, And the infrastructure sectors will get...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
A Commonplace Song George Essex Evans	In the city street Where the great nerve centres quiver, Where the pulses...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Guide for Poits Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	I'd like to see the Rocks an' Little Lon Grow centres for the art uv weavin' rhyme, Wiv dinky 'arps fer blokes to plunk upon, An' spruiking...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Thunderstorm Archibald Lampman	Above the weird twilight, The hurrying centres of the storm unite And spreading with huge trunk and rolling fringe, Each wheeled upon its...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Sings Amber Ndubuisi Martins (Aniemeka)	of short days spring, jackets sprawl the city centres from Devicka to Skalka, and Autumn at Starometska sits on the eyelids of Charles...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
First Anniversary Andrew Marvell	The Commonwealth does through their centres all Draw the circumference of the public wall; The crossest spirits here do take their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Freedom Fighters EMTSBA III	of enemy poachers against basis of unity centres, tearing apart family foundations, destroying afar living...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In the Same Space Constantine P. Cavafy	Environment, of house, of city centres, city quarters Which I look upon and where I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Like to the Clear in Highest Sphere Thomas Lodge	Her paps are centres of delight, Her paps are orbs of heavenly frame, Where Nature moulds the dew of light, To...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
MAKE YOU THINK Norbert Tasev	the past! And in vain! If we let the memory-centres of our minds, refreshed and perhaps still maintainable by knowledge, perish, let not every...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part V. Isabella Valancy Crawford	With eager jewels in their centres set Of happy, happy tears, and Alfred's heart Became a closer marble than...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Memory Christina Georgina Rossetti	There my life...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Town Types No.17- Mr Bodge the Banker Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	For our town was most remote from commerce centres then, And only Mr Bodge could know who were our solid...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Rosalind: Like to the Clear in Highest Sphere Thomas Lodge	26 Her paps are centres of delight, 27 Her paps are orbs of heavenly frame, 28 Where Nature moulds the dew of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Rosaline Thomas Lodge	Her paps are centres of delight, Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame, Where Nature moulds the dew of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Suggested by Matthew Arnold's Stanzas James Thomson	Finds drought-dry centres of vain...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Abencerrage : Canto I. Felicia Dorothea Hemans	There the strife centres - swords around him wave; There bleed the fallen, there contend the brave, While echoing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Bucolics Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Altho' in our metropolitan centres, millions may live and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The destruction of the modern society BIJU.S	Temples,Churches and Mosques become centres of business and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Reality Of Contemplation. Liam Comáin	Of our hearts: the centre Of all...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rescue Edward George Dyson	Shrieking words that drum hard on the centres, and the braceman goes suddenly daft: ‘Set the whistle a-blowing like...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Veils Ella Wheeler Wilcox	Yet One does dwell In Secret Centres of the Universe- The Mighty Maker; and He hears and heeds The still small voice of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Written At Sea Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Where we must still be centres...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)