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To George Felton Mathew John Keats	We well might drop a tear for him, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Henry Halloran Henry Kendall	For that which lies and burns beyond my reach, Suggested in your steadfast, subtle song And his most marvellous...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Karl Marx Francis William Lauderdale Adams	NOT for the thought that burns on keen and clear, Heat that the heat has...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Country Katharine Lee Bates	The bridal passion for perfection burns; Life gives her last allegiance to the best; Each sweet idolatry the spirit spurns, Once...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
to not touch her Gabriel C. Stoodley	A hearth that burns evermore, fed by the energy of lust and loneliness as fuel from a blossoming romance no...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Robin Redbreast George Meredith	The set of the season burns bright on the hill, Where the foliage dead falls yellow and red, Picturing vainly,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Songs At the Marriage Of The Lord Fauconberg And The Lady Mary Cromwell Andrew Marvell	Nor merits he a Mortal's name, That burns with an immortal...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Reader Of ‘University Notes’ Robert Fuller Murray	Our candle burns low in its socket, There is nothing left but the wick; And these Notes, that went up like...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Bard of Stratford on Avin George Colon	Yours still burns brightly for eternity You were not of an age, but forever As wrote Ben Jonson so eloquently ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Girls Of The Unions Francis William Lauderdale Adams	Back from the plough that burns, Give him pitiless...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Queen Anne Killigrew	‘So Camphire in the water burns, ‘So Ætna's Flames do ne'er go out, ‘Though Snows do freeze its head...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Right Honourable William, Earl Of Dartmouth, His Majesty's Principal Secretary Of The State For North-America, Phillis Wheatley	Each soul expands, each grateful bosom burns, While in thine hand with pleasure we behold The silken reins, and Freedom's charms...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Rt. Hon. William, Earl of Dartmouth Phillis Wheatley	Each soul expands, each grateful bosom burns, While in thine hand with pleasure we behold The silken reins, and Freedom's charms...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Troubler of the World William Watson	Young also is the spirit that evermore Burns in our bosom ev'n as heretofore, Nor are these thews unbraced, these nerves...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Thought Edward Henry Bickersteth	One hour again; The past is not for me, It burns my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Two Bereaved Katharine Tynan	Making a glory in your days As a light burns in a secret shrine: The Love of the Lord is passing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Toll Traian06	candle burns a toll is taken by every letter ...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Tonight will never end Henra H	Moon teases with soft light A candle burns Skin melts-worlds drip Deep, deep inside Desires rip...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Too Late Frederick George Scott	35 Than the hell that burns in my heart, and the fire that eats out...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Too Soon , Moon orWhere’s the Moon? Isaac Kavik	The sun burns – you...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Torches Rage Kurt Philip Behm	reasons there disowned Where fire burns in effigy, to singe that falsely...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Toreador Jean Cocteau	It is for a young goddess That your passion burns,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Toxic One Robert T. Davenport	What if I'm the fire that burns, Consuming all, with no...	Rate it (4.60 / 5 votes)
Translating Derrick Puente	It burns at the stake it hangs in the gallows This becomes me, my special ravine I force apprehension,...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Translation Of Part Of The First Book Of The Aeneid William Wordsworth	She burns, she frets--by Juno's rancour stung; The calm of night is powerless to remove These cares,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)