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Hopelessness Khadija Hashmi	Vanquished sunsets and wearied rains A lifetime to die, an instant to...	Rate it (5.01 / 4 votes)
Serenade Edgar Allan Poe	The wearied light is dying down, And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky Are redolent of sleep, as...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The deceased Deuces Sam madeyin	Saddened seems and wearied under the furrowed by the cloutless firmament Need to paused a while to hear the...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
One Thousand On The Road John M. Broadhead	So wearied of my queries as I gave up hope at last, I stopped and stood back helplessly as still...	Rate it (4.77 / 17 votes)
Immortal Lisa Campbell	And tearing a hole through my wearied heart Emotionally spent, I gasp for air It is pure, not polluted by the polluter The...	Rate it (4.50 / 2 votes)
The Pumpkin John Greenleaf Whittier	links of affection restored; When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more, And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before; What...	Rate it (4.00 / 1 vote)
1866 -- Addressed To The Old Year Henry Timrod	Thy wearied eyes, O saddest child of Time, Eyes which...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Ballad of Death Algernon Charles Swinburne	And weeping faces of the wearied loves That swoon in sleep and awake wearier, With heat of lips and hair shed out like...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A careless man scorning and describing the subtle usage of women toward their lovers Henry Howard	A wearied man, is fully bent such fancies to let...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Channel Passage Algernon Charles Swinburne	As a God that were wearied of power upon heaven, and were fain of a new...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Day At Tivoli - Prologue John Kenyon	And for his wearied Argives reared a home Long ere yon seven proud hills had dream'd of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Dedication Rudyard Kipling	I lift the cloth that cloaks the clay, And, wearied, at thy feet I lay My wares, ere I go forth to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Dedication to Soldiers Three Rudyard Kipling	I lift the cloth that cloaks the clay, And, wearied, at thy feet I lay My wares, ere I go forth to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Florentine Tragedy - A Fragment Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde	Hath not with foolish chatterings wearied you, As is the wont of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Lament Charles Harpur	And even when wearied woe sleepeth at last, Some dream of the dead, sighing out of the past, Is alive in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Man Young And Old: XI. From Oedipus At Colonus William Butler Yeats	; Cease to remember the delights of youth, travel-wearied aged man; Delight becomes death-longing if all longing else be...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Morning Exercise William Wordsworth	so ready to rejoice In power of wing and never-wearied...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Dawn Mark Brooks	Wearied and weak, The Dawn sank...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Rhapsody Of Death. Eric Mackay	And tell the names of all; And wrench away the wearied wings Of eagles when they fall; And calmly trace the lily's grace, or fell the strongest tree,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Vision Oscar Wilde	But with sad eyes as one uncomforted, And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan For sins no bleating victim can atone, And sweet long lips...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Year's Burden -- 1870 Algernon Charles Swinburne	befall the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Abraham's Sacrifice. Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon	On the ivory brow, flushed, wearied now, It laid its burning spell; And listless - languid - he journeyed on, The smiles from his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Abraham’s Sacrifice Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon	On the ivory brow, flushed, wearied now, It laid its burning spell; And listless—languid—he journeyed on, The smiles from his lips...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Absent of Thee I Languish Still Lord John Wilmot	When, wearied with a world of woe, To thy safe bosom I retire where love and peace and truth does flow, May...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Absent Of Thee I Languish Still John Wilmot	When, wearied with a world of woe, To thy safe bosom I retire where love and peace and truth does flow, May...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)