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The Warning George Meredith	'Twas not enough to send him climbing sky, Yet 'twas enough above his fellows crowned, Had he less...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Well Ashley Johnson	Bottom of a well of pain Tired of attempted climbing Resulting in dried tears and blood...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Well of Night, Part 2 MJM Wagner	But always climbing up the winding way, And never coming down, alive or dead, From cursed ground where demon...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Seventh William Wordsworth	Its perilous front in mists and clouds? High-climbing rock, low sunless dale, Sea, desert, what do these avail? Oh take her anguish and her fears Into...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Wife Of Manoah To Her Husband John Greenleaf Whittier	And up the hillsides climbing slow The barley reapers homeward...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Wild Man Inside (unedited) Kurt Philip Behm	The tree offered both easy climbing and good cover once Jack was fifteen or twenty feet above the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Worst Way to Fall Kassandra M. Konecny	Climbing upward, only knowing the way is up, she...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Wound David Smalling	Children get wounded a silly way Climbing trees, breaking a tooth On the stony pit of ripened fruit Imitating adults when they play I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
There is No Title Victoria Maier	The mountain I've been climbing is way too...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
They Can Only Drag You Down Henry Lawson	Though the climbing is behind you, now the battle has begun, Shut your ears unto the empty parrot phrases of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
This Side lunatic_eclipse	With the restless sea still climbing the sky To clash in brilliant crosses between the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Thrice Foretold A Tale of Woe Gary Bégin	Climbing a ladder for money and then, Leaping into the unfettered air, No net below, not net...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To - Charles Harpur	the clear keen mountain air Of a supreme up-climbing, God-great liberty. Then envy not the splendid wretchedness Of Mammon’s dupes! Sing thy great...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To A Summer Poet Ambrose Bierce	on the beach, With a him. And the damboy is a-climbing for the peach, On the limb; Yes, the bullfrog is a-croaking And the dudelet is a-smoking...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To an Early Daffodil Amy Lowell	The climbing sun with new recovered powers Does warm thee into being, through the ring Of rich, brown...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Avis Keene John Greenleaf Whittier	The coral-branched gardens grow, His climbing weeds and mosses show, Like foliage, on each stony bough, Of varied hues more strangely gay...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To E. Fitzgerald: Tiresias Alfred Lord Tennyson	And set me climbing icy capes And glaciers, over which there roll'd To meet me long-arm'd vines with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To His Son Shayan Das	Climbing the stairs of life with grit, And by...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Italy (1818) Count Giacomo Leopardi	Band immortal life obtained, Simonides slow-climbing, thoughtfully, Looked forth on sea and shore and sky. And then, his cheeks with tears bedewed,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Life's Pilgrim Geoffrey Chaucer	For hoard hath hate, and climbing tickleness...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Lose Everything and Die for It Sylvia Plath	it goes away too soon golden hours on methadone climbing and scoring a high from the closest thing to blood pressure lowing the punch me know how it...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Lose Everything and Die for It Mimi Bordeaux	it goes away too soon golden hours on methadone climbing and scoring a high from the closest thing to blood pressure lowing the punch me know how it...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Love No More Kurt Philip Behm	You left me further disabled Climbing back outside a wish I knew Was never to be mine… When you left you found the old world...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mignon Johann Wolfgang von Goethe	I've watch'd my mistress climbing To gain this perilous height, Then rapture joyous and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mrs. Strangeways Horner, With A Letter From My Son; Mary Barber	climbing still; Still think there's better Land up higher, Which all would gain, but few...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)