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The End Rabindranath Tagore	and throb in your heart all...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fierce Of Aching Heart Ronald Tanyaradzwa Mutandi	With each beat, a throb of pain, Memories haunt, driving insane, The fierce of aching heart, so torn, In a sea...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Freed Islands John Greenleaf Whittier	clash of breaking chains, And felt the heart-throb of the free, The first, strong pulse of liberty Which thrilled along the bondman's veins. Though...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
THE FULL OF DOUBT Norbert Tasev	How long does the feeling of free life throb in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls Thomas Moore	Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives, Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Hound of Heaven Francis Thompson	Against the red throb of its sunset heart, I laid my own to beat And share commingling...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 12: Witches' Sabbath Conrad Potter Aiken	The earth has veins: they throb to-night, The earth swells warm beneath my feet, The tips of the trees grow red and bright,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Iceberg Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts	And throb of huge propellers, and long-drawn Luminous wake behind, And sharp, small lights in rows, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lady Of La Garaye - Prologue Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton	Our hearts may throb--our eyes may glisten, They'll call no more in love or...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The League of Nations Henry Lawson	And the drum shall throb in the distance – the drum that never was...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lonely Life Count Giacomo Leopardi	How throbs the heart within the boyish breast, By virgin hope and fond desire...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lord of the Isles: Canto V. Sir Walter Scott	Selfish, ungenerous, mean, and base, A moment's throb of joy to own, That rose upon her hopes...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Mirror Of Diana Mathilde Blind	In many a burst of sweet delight The love throb of the nightingale Swells through lush flowering woods and fills The circle of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Mother’s Last Watch Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton	Hush'd is the innocent heart which throbbing pain, Vain hope, and vain regret had never...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Night Journey Rupert Brooke	Throb, stretch, thrill motion, slide, pull out and sway, Strain for the far, pause, draw to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Year And The New James Whitcomb Riley	With pealing laughter everywhere And throb of dancing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Only person Nikhil Parekh	my heart would cease to throb in its...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Philistine And The Bohemian Robert William Service	Gushed in a voice with a creamy throb Over some weirdly Futurist daub -- Did all, in short, that a woman can To be a consummate...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The postbox. Swarup Bhattacharya	Once you were heart throb of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Presence Of Love Samuel Taylor Coleridge	me within ; And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulses beat ; You lie in all my many...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Press Evangel John Boyle O'Reilly	One vibrant throb—men's rights and wrongs are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Prisoner Emily Jane Brontë	When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again, The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Prisoner. A Fragment Emily Jane Brontë	When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again, The soul to feel the flesh and the flesh to feel the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Prisoners Of Naples John Greenleaf Whittier	Electrical, with every throb of pain, Unquenchable sparks, thy own baptismal rain Of fire and spirit over all the earth,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Purple Thread Katharine Lee Bates	fled, Leaving her heart with some strange fear a-throb, For the wise priest, as one conferring boon, Had meted out to her a purple thread. II O mothers...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)