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My Last Duchess Robert Browning	not how---as if she ranked My gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name With anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame This sort of trifling? Even had you...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
A Hundred-year-old rosewood door mikemint	A Hundred-year-old rosewood door Was unearthed today in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
All The Little Hoofprints Robinson Jeffers	eagle-gulfs of air to a forest basin Where two-hundred-foot redwoods look like the pile on a Turkish carpet.) With such extensions of the idol-...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Amelia Coventry Patmore	gaze, Rending the air with praise, Like the six-hundred-thousand-voiced shout Of Jacob camp'd in Midian put to rout; Then through the Park, Where Spring...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
AUNTY MABEL: ENERGY VAMPIRES Phil Roberts	One hundred-and-two years of age, While your relatives...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Day Dream Caroline Alperin	I am in a hundred-year-old bungalow with floorboards that sing when I step and that were buckled by tears...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Going, Going, Gone Jean Martin	Our one hundred-year-old house was fit, Our children played in front of it, Memories that I will not forget,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hermes Trismegistus Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Or in Thebes, the hundred-gated, In the thoroughfare Breathing, as if consecrated, A diviner air; And amid discordant...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ho For California! Frances Ellen Watkins Harper	You will get a sight o' money; Reap perhaps a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ice Handler Carl Sandburg	And he lugs a hundred-pound hunk into a saloon ice-box, helps himself to cold ham and rye bread, Tells the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Influence Erin Fenton	The Indecisives through your dad’s fifteen-hundred-dollar sound system. So I’m sitting here sipping my daily dose of sweetened caffeine with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Love Among The Ruins Robert Browning	Up like fires O'er the hundred-gated circuit of a wall Bounding all, Made of marble, men might march on nor be ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Love Among The Ruins Robert Browning	Up like fires O'er the hundred-gated circuit of a wall Bounding all, Made of marble, men might march on nor be pressed,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Manchester Letitia Elizabeth Landon	How it brings forth an hundred-fold From time’s enduring...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Maymie's Story Of Red Riding Hood James Whitcomb Riley	run an' spill 'em all fer six-- Five--ten--two-hundred-bushel-dollars-go ld! An' nen she kiss her Ma doo'-bye an' went A-skippin' off--away fur off...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Nepenthe George Darley	In this bright tree she makes her nest, Hundred-sunned...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Nine Gold Medals David Lee Roth	The hundred-yard dash and the race to be run These were nine resolved athletes in back of the starting...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode for a Master Mariner Ashore Louise Imogen Guiney	Top, tier on tier, the hundred-mountained tide, Away, and far away, his pride is borne, Riding the noisy morn, Plunges, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Places Thomas Hardy	The quaint Old Hundred-and-Thirteenth tune In Saint Andrew's tower Night, morn, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Responsibilities - Introduction William Butler Yeats	Old country scholar, Robert Emmet's friend, A hundred-year-old memory to the poor; Merchant and scholar who have left me blood That has not...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XVIII: On the Late Massacre in Piemont John Milton	from these may grow A hundred-fold, who having learnt thy way Early may fly the Babylonian...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sphinx-Money Mathilde Blind	When hundred-gated Thebes, with storied walls, Gleamed o'er her Plain, and vast processions rolled To...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Centennial Cantata. Sidney Lanier	]...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Dead Ship Of Harpswell John Greenleaf Whittier	The home-bound fisher greets thy lights, O hundred-harbored...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Landau Rudyard Kipling	nor smells the fuss Of the young Squire's nine-hundred-pound-- Er-Mors communis omnibus. And I who in my daily stroll Observe the reckless chauffeur...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)