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T was just this time last year I died. Emily Dickinson	The stubble's joints between; And carts went stooping round the fields To take the pumpkins...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
Incidents in the life of my Uncle Arly Edward Lear	'Twas a First-class Railway-Ticket; But, on stooping down to pick it Off the ground - a pea-green Cricket Settled on my uncle's...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
My Last Duchess Robert Browning	---E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose Never to...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Last of the Light Brigade Rudyard Kipling	With stooping of weary shoulders, in garments tattered and frayed, They shambled into his presence, the last...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Politics of Crime and Punishment Karl Constantine FOLKES	Stooping to...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Sleeper Walter de la Mare	Her mother sat, with stooping head, Asleep upon a chair; Fast -- fast asleep; her two hands laid Loose-folded on her...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Cry Of The Children Elizabeth Barrett Browning	Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping--- We fall upon our faces, trying to go; And, underneath our heavy eyelids drooping, ...	Rate it (4.00 / 1 vote)
"Angels In The Early Morning" Emily Elizabeth Dickinson	May be seen the dews among, Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying: Do the buds to them...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight Emily Jane Brontë	Their breezy boughs on high, Or stooping low are lending A shelter from the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
'Tis Moonlight, Summer Moonlight Emily Bronte	Their breezy boughs on high, Or stooping low are lending A shelter from the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
'Twas just this time, last year, I died Emily Dickinson	The Stubble's joints between— And the Carts stooping round the fields To take the Pumpkins...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
100 Percent Natural . Nikhil Parekh	at times stooping like an obeisant angel in front of the Almighty ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
100% Natural Nikhil Parekh	at times stooping like an obeisant angel in front of the Almighty ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
97": The Fast Mail John Charles McNeill	And brace myself stooping, and give her her head, And urge her, and soothe her, and serve all her need, And exult in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Ballad John Gay	When, o'er the white wave stooping, His floating corpse she spied; Then like a lily drooping, She bow'd her head and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Ballad of Hell John Davidson	Then out into the night she went, And, stooping, crept by hedge and tree; Her rose-bush flung a snare of scent, And caught a happy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Cradle Song William Butler Yeats	THE angels are stooping Above your bed; They weary of trooping With...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fairy Tale. Thomas Hood	The ancient woman stooping with her crupper Towards sweet home, or where sweet home should be, Was getting up some...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Legend of Madrid Adam Lindsay Gordon	Crouching withers, stooping haunches ;— Closer yet, until the tightening Strains of rapt excitement height'ning...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Little Boy in the Morning Francis Ledwidge	And from their nest-sills finches whistle Or stooping pluck the downy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Little Memory Aldous Leonard Huxley	As children are, When over them, radiant, A stooping star, Bends their Good-Night, Kissed and smiled:-- Each was mother, Each was...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Mother Showing The Portrait Of Her Child. Jean Ingelow	are coming, Stooping from the mountain crest, But that sunshine floods the valley: Let her - let her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A narrow fellow in the grass Emily Dickinson	Unbraiding in the sun,-- When, stooping to secure it, It wrinkled, and was...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Night In June Alfred Austin	O'er thy languor stooping, I would, till I woke a sigh, Kiss thy sweet lips...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Night-Piece Edward Shanks	the cloudy blue; The trees are full of the dark-stooping night, The fields are wet with dew. All's quiet in the wood but, far away, Down the hillside...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)