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The Famous Tay Whale William McGonagall	And making the water ascend like a shower of hail, With one lash of its ugly and mighty...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Father Muriel Stuart	And drives the wailing ghost of beauty past, Making the rose, — even the rose, a thing For pain to be remembered by at...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The father's hands Ajayi ruth	The wooded hill covers the other trees making it impossible for another to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Father’s Curse Victor Marie Hugo	She found a heartless king, who sold the boon, Making cold bargain for his child's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The favourite Birch Tanisha Bamnodkar	It's light leaves making her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ferry Edith Nesbit	Her hand held out, and making The sweet unreal so vivid seem, I only know it is a dream When I reach out to take her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The First Lord's Song William Schwenck Gilbert	I thought so little, they rewarded me, By making me the Ruler of the Queen's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The First School Day Alice Guerin Crist	Kind Sister has drawn the blind down Making a shady nook, Where ‘Mary Beronica’ slumbers With her golden head on her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The First Thing; The Only Thing Nikhil Parekh	them steer into a land of silken beauty and ecstatic...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fisher Roderic Quinn	And through the dark, Making a pale patch in the deep, Gleamed, as it swam, a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Flesh Profits Nothing Mario William Vitale	We each can do are part in making this world a better...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Flower George Herbert	And up to heaven in an hour; Making a chiming of a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Flower Of The Ruins George Meredith	Matrons of thy race Pass before thee making moan; Full of solemn grace Is their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Flower. Robert Crawford	And the new body budded into birth, Making us all that we are now who bear The signs in us of all the woe and mirth That came and has gone...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fog Lola Ridge	Scampering under the great Arch - Making a decoy of blue overalls And mystery of a scarlet shawl - Indolently - Knowing no impediment...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Folly of Brown - By a General Agent William Schwenck Gilbert	I want to spend my nights In Parliament, a-making...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Forest Sanctuary - Part II. Felicia Dorothea Hemans	How bright in Heaven the festal sun is glowing, Making earth's loneliest places, with his smile, Flush like the rose; and how the streams are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Forsaken Amy Lowell	will soothe me. All day I will work at my lace-making, and all night I will keep him warm by my side and pray the blessed Angels to cover him with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fortitude of the Resilient Soul Mawphniang Napoleon	Making thee stronger than e'er before in thy persistence, As thou transcend the trials that would...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The FourFold of Poetics Scott Michael Potter	volcanic ash, making of ingenuous interpretations of projections an ashened cloud riding the wings of dragons ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fox & Crow Story! Ashok Babu	There lived a granny very old Making vadas her daily chore Two an anna is how she...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The French Revolution as it appeared to Enthusiasts William Wordsworth	When most intent on making of herself A prime Enchantress--to assist the work Which then was going forward in her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Funeral Day of Sir Walter Scott Felicia Dorothea Hemans	And now, what strain, Making victorious melody ascend High above sorrow's dirge, befits the tomb Where he that sway'd...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The funniest joke. Ahmed Khaled	I have to actually thank you For making me once again doubt To stop feeling stout To stop throwing blame It's my own decision my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Furrow And The Hearth Padraic Colum	There's clay for the making Moist in the pit, There are horses to trample The rushes through...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)