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A Tale Of True Love Alfred Austin	Not like those palaces erected lately Whose feet swift crumble, and whose face decays, Defieth Time's insatiable...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A thousand words A thousand words	Why all foreigners are so fascinated by palaces and churches Used as cinemas and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Vision Out West Barcroft Boake	Of high-piled palaces, all wrought in sloping roofs and arching domes, Smooth-pillared hall, or cool arcade,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Vision Out West Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake	Of high-piled palaces, all wrought in sloping roofs and arching domes, Smooth-pillared hall, or cool arcade,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Worker Reads History Bertolt Brecht	Were all her dwellings...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Adela Aleister Crowley	Guarded by lightless sentinel palaces, We glide; the soft plash of the oar, that sways Our life, like love does, laps --- no softer...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
America for Me Henry Van Dyke	Among the famous palaces and cities of renown, To admire the crumblyh castles and the statues and kings But now I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An American in Europe Henry Van Dyke	Among the famous palaces and cities of renown, To admire the crumbly castles and the statues of the kings, -- But now...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Horatian Ode Upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland Andrew Marvell	Then burning through the air he went, And palaces and temples rent; And Caesar's head at last Did through his laurels...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Island Of Loose Sand Nikhil Parekh	Ostentatious palaces of pure sandalwood; fighter jets flying at swashbuckling speeds, Unrelenting rain pelting...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Arabian Night's Entertainments William Ernest Henley	Thronged in the criss-cross streets, The palaces pell-mell with playing-fields, Domes, cloisters, dungeons, caverns, tents, arcades, Of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Arabian Nights' Entertainments - To Elizabeth Robins Pennell William Ernest Henley	Thronged in the criss-cross streets, The palaces pell-mell with playing-fields, Domes, cloisters, dungeons, caverns, tents, arcades, Of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Artists Versus tycoons Nikhil Parekh	the meaningless pretext that their palaces of sleazily glittering gold; would become a trifle too...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Assassin Harry Crosby	I crush palaces in my rigid...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At Dawn Alfred Noyes	From the beautiful palaces, from the miraculous portals, The swift white feet are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn Christopher John Brennan	forth-conjur'd from their smouldering palaces, fade slowly with the sigh of the passing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Believe It Or Not Nikhil Parekh	your palaces of tawdry filth; or whether you parasitically suck even the last iota of blood from the poor...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bite Deep And Wide, O Axe, The Tree! Isabella Valancy Crawford	'For every silver ringing blow Cities and palaces shall...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Block City Robert Louis Stevenson	Castles and palaces, temples and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Boadicea Alfred Lord Tennyson	Lo the palaces and the temple, lo the colony...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bob Henry Kendall	Women of infinite love Lived in the palaces round— Saints with the character sweet Found in the fathers of old, Laboured in alley and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Book Seventh [Residence in London] William Wordsworth	Of airy palaces, and gardens built By Genii of romance; or hath in grave Authentic history been set forth of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Boston Ralph Waldo Emerson	Old Europe groans with palaces, Has lords enough and more;- We plant and build by foaming seas A city of the poor;- For...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The Fourth. George Gordon Byron	And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone -...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage [I stood in Venice] George Gordon Byron	Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)