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The Nation Builders George Essex Evans	In the pulse of the toiling press that beats all night in a fever heat, Where the weary brain and the pen plod on 'neath the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The nearly insurmountable challenge in the Geometry Dash universe Ronald Noel	To press on in your race, towards the goal...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The need for a bigger trigger EASN	We gorge on porn in copious amounts And press our dopamine button till we lose count It’s just a want It’s just a need Just a desire to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The New Wife and the Old John Greenleaf Whittier	And the pressure of his arm, And his breathing near and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Night Ada Cambridge	And still we must press...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Guitar James Whitcomb Riley	This excuse for the kiss I press On the dear old...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old, Old Story and the New Order Henry Lawson	The Daily Press, with paltry power— For reasons understood— Have aye sought to belittle our Unhappy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Only Child Katharine Tynan	Two golden heads one pillow press, Two rosebuds shut for...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Orange-Peel In The Gutter Mathilde Blind	Here walls on walls press nigh and nigher, And roofs on roofs rise high and higher, And spire still greets the rising...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Parting Soul And Her Guardian Angel Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon	Fond, tender voices, press me to stay— Think’st thou from them I would pass...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Passing Of A Heart James Whitcomb Riley	Just touch me with your hands, And let them press My weary eyelids with the old caress, And lull me till I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Passionate Pilgrim William Shakespeare	Unless thy lady prove unjust, Press never thou to choose anew: When time shall serve, be thou not slack To proffer, though she...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pastoral Letter John Greenleaf Whittier	ial, And strengthened womanhood to tread The wine-press of such self-denial, Be round them in an evil land, With wisdom and with strength from Heaven,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pastoral, The Elegy, The Ode, And The Epigram Nicholas Boileau-Despreaux	Are shoveled to the pastry from the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Path Paul Laurence Dunbar	Each for himself must cleave a path alone, And press his own way forward in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pauper's Christmas Carol Thomas Hood	Seated, tended on, and press'd— But when shall I be press'd again, Twice to pudding, thrice to beef, A dozen times to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Peace Of Europe John Greenleaf Whittier	Gray, scarred and hairy-robed, must press With bleeding feet the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pearl George Herbert	the head And pipes that feed the press, and make it run; What reason hath from nature borrowed, Or of itself, like a good huswife,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Peasant Girl Of The Rhone Felicia Dorothea Hemans	Manhood's high passions woke again, and press'd On to their mark; and in his friend's clear eye There dwelt no shadow of a dream gone by;...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Picture on the Wall Henry Clay Work	I hear the press of eager feet, Upon my parlor floor; A moment, and my willing arms Enclasp my boy once...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Platonic Lady Lord John Wilmot	Would'st thou love me modestly, And ne'er press, whilst I live, For more than willingly I would give: Which should sufficient be to prove...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Preacher Chap Friday Osato Ogbewi	Counsel with well press formalised colour that portray...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Precinct. Rochester Amy Lowell	The pear-trees press their branches against it, And feeling it warm and kindly, The little pears ripen to yellow...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
the presence of a woman Wesley Morin	was once the family tape press rewind and pause it even living in the moment will one day lead to death as positive as I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Press Rudyard Kipling	Ere we forget the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)