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The white tiger in the flooded raindrops Heather Lydia Thornhill	Gonna meet the white maker and the saints I hear praise My ears are so old now from my barking so loud But I know when daddy comes...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The World In The House Jane Taylor	To keep their name and place among the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Young Man's Song Sydney Thompson Dobell	On all the texts of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
There came a Day at Summer's full Emily Dickinson	I thought that such were for the Saints, Where...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
There’s a Friend who… Wayne Blair	I guess they can have Mary and the saints And the exalted Pope’s high throne And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
They Shall Be Mine, Saith The Lord John Newton	Assembled worlds will then discern The saints alone are blest; When wrath shall like an oven burn, And vengeance strike the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Third Sunday In Lent John Keble	The Saints his spoils divide; This world of Thine, by him usurped too long, Now opening all her stores...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Thirteenth Sunday After Trinity John Keble	This witness bore the saints of old When highest rapt and favoured most, Still seeking precious things untold, Not...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
This Everlasting Love Mark V. Markov	And then to come back With You and the saints With all true believers Back to the recreated earth I always need You In my life I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
This Very nakedness. Nikhil Parekh	metamorphoses even the greatest of saints; philosophers; devotees; and every other old and young man on this limitless Universe;...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Thrones of Love Larry Covington	Finding the fulfillment reserved for the saints of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tim The Dragoon Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch	'Tis by Tim the dear saints'll set sthore, And 'ull thrate him to whisky galore: For they 've only to sip But the tip...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Time After Time After Time. Each Time. Everytime. Nikhil Parekh	weren't the most indomitably learned philosophers/saints outside my door; to endlessly soliloquize to me the ideologies of effulgent truth; love and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Time Stands Still Mario William Vitale	Where many people do pray A calling to all saints to come home Many will be standing and waiting Others will be all alone Like a dog is without...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
tired shem godwins	Tired of the friends,who like saints of fortune, Encourage me to toil and not quit When in silence, they fast and wish For...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Titmarsh’s Carmen Lilliense William Makepeace Thackeray	not leave me in the lurch,— I'll cry, ye patron-saints of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To A Lady, Who Presented The Author With The Velvet Band Which Bound Her Tresses George Gordon Lord Byron	Like relics left of saints...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To An Amiable Friend Mourning The Death Of An Excellent Father Mercy Warren	Where choirs of saints and angel forms...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Elizabeth Ward Perkins Amy Lowell	Topaz, and green, where light falls through The saints that in the windows...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Englishmen John Greenleaf Whittier	The common freehold of the brave, The gift of saints and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To F. W. N. A Birthday Offering John Henry Newman	Kept till the day when He shall own His saints before His Father's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To groves Robert Herrick	Here is the legend of those saints That died for love, and their complaints; Their wounded hearts, and names we find Encarved...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To have or to have not Laura Elizabeth Flora	I'll walk down a street of gold talking to saints of old like King David and Queen Esther and Mary and...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
To Ireland Alfred Austin	Upon the altar of my Saints they trod; They banned my Faith, they took my Heaven away, And tried to rob me of my very...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Daughter Mary Ann, Asleep Thomas Cowherd	O, may she mount to yon abode Where God's blest Saints and Angels dwell; And there rejoice in him who trode The path to death to save from...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)