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The cat and dog story Gaurav Das	Planning to hear Katy's whimper while I whined, Lying in my death bed when they fired every gun, But I can never see Katy crying and thus I was not...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Cellar Door John Clare	If I drink of small swipes while Sir John's lying...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Chalice of Circe Muriel Stuart	Longing and lying there, swooning and sighing there, Call to me: "Scatter our wine on thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Challenge Answered Alfred Austin	For its lips are seared with lying, and its crimes to God are crying, And the Earth oppressed is sighing: Oh how long shall...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Chapel in Lyonesse William Morris	I saw a knight's helm lying there: I raised my eyes from off the floor, And caught the gleaming of his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Charm Rupert Brooke	In some cool room that's open to the night Lying half-forward, breathing quietly, One white hand on the white Unrumpled sheet, and the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Child on the Cliffs Edward Thomas	I should like to be lying under that foam, Dead, but able to hear the sound of the bell, And certain that you would...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Christ of the 'Never' Henry Lawson	In the camp or the lonely hut lying In a waste that seems out of God's sight, He's the doctor---the mate of thee dying Through...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Chronicle Of The Drum William Makepeace Thackeray	—He is lying all cold on the glacis, And will never more beat on the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Church-Bell Elinor Morton Wylie	As I was lying in my bed I heard the church-bell ring; ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The City In The Sea Edgar Allan Poe	In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The City Revisited Stephen Vincent Benet	And find me lying on the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Clepington Catastrophe William Topaz McGonagall	a few minutes some hundreds were got, Who came flying in all directions, and in great dismay; So they help'd to put out the fire without...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Color Sergeant James Weldon Johnson	With comrades around him lying, A trooper of the sable Tenth Lay wounded, bleeding,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Coming Of Wisdom With Time William Butler Yeats	Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Conqueror's Sleep Felicia Dorothea Hemans	art there, upon thy buckler lying, With the soft wind unfelt around thee sighing, Thou chief of hosts, whose trumpet shakes...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
the corrupted mind. Chloë Monèt	My eyes slowly open Open to find myself lying in a bed Not my comfy familiar bed from home One surrounded by machines And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The country life: Robert Herrick	And younglings, with such sports as these: And lying down, have nought t' affright Sweet Sleep, that makes more short the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Course Of Time. Book X. Robert Pollok	Last day of lying; final day of all Deceit, all knavery, all quackish phrase; Ender of all disputing, of all...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Courtship of Miles Standish Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Lying silent and sad, in the afternoon shadows and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Cow James Stephens	Are looking at each other's eyes You are lying on the grass Eating every time I pass, And you do not seem to be Ever in perplexity: You are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Crane Wilfred Wilson Gibson	While she is lying sound asleep Beside him...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Creator Was Everywhere Nikhil Parekh	the small trace of saliva lying desolate in the obsolete...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Crooked Stick Elinor Morton Wylie	First Traveller: What's that lying in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Crystal Sidney Lanier	For truth and flitteth here and there about Low-lying woody tracts of time and oft Is minded for to sit upon a bough, Dry-dead and sharp, of some...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)