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The Passenger Abhinav Aryan	walk again without stopping and didn't feel wearied out again The whole bottle of wax around him still was the same as before And still he...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The plaudite, or end of life Robert Herrick	My wearied pinnace here finds ease; If so it be I've...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Poet To Be Yet Arthur Henry Adams	Till through the body quivering The wearied dull pain throbs...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Princes' Quest - Part the Third William Watson	His wearied feet till morn returning made Some village all a-hum with wakeful stir; And from that place...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Railroad Station Alice Duer Miller	One who made her pulses stir, Or a guest who wearied...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shepheardes Calender: December Edmund Spenser	Howe haue I wearied with many a stroke, The stately Walnut tree, the while the rest Vnder the tree fell all for...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shepherdess Of The Arno Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon	, Such as worldly breast, earth harden’d, passion-wearied, never knew; And each day she sought the chapel of Our Lady in the dell, There to seek an hour’s...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shepherds Calendar - July (2nd version) John Clare	He shakes his coat and dives again Till wearied with the fruitless play Then drops his tail and sneaks away Nor longer heeds the bawling boy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Song Of Hiawatha VIII: Hiawatha's Fishing Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	His unnecessary tumult, Till he wearied of the shouting; And he said to the Kenozha, To the pike, the Maskenozha, 'Take the bait...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Speeches of Sloth and Virtue William Shenstone	Thou on their Breasts thy wearied Head recline, Nor at the Swan's less pleasing Nest repine: Whilst Philomel in each soft...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Spirits of Our Fathers Henry Lawson	But the honest men sit upright who were wearied of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Story Of Rudra. Ramakrishna T	And knows not where to rest its wearied limbs, But at a distance kens at last a ship To which with doubled speed it flies and flies,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Story Of The Royal Huntress. Ramakrishna T	When to his roof the wearied traveller came To share his proffered bounty with good...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Sycamores John Greenleaf Whittier	With a hand that never wearied And a heart forever...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Tomb At Akr Çaar Ezra Pound	I have read out the gold upon the wall, And wearied out my thought upon the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Towers of Time Gilbert Keith Chesterton	Was never wearied as our hearts...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Tracks That Lie By India Henry Lawson	I’m wearied of the formal lands of parson and of priest, Of dollars and of fashions, and I’m drifting...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Troubadour And Richard Coeur De Lion Felicia Dorothea Hemans	The Troubadour o'er many a plain Hath roamed unwearied, but in vain. O'er many a rugged mountain-scene ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Troubadour. Canto 3 D (Captivity) Letitia Elizabeth Landon	His helm was gone, and his wearied hand Held a red but a broken...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Troubadour. Canto 4 C (Home) Letitia Elizabeth Landon	Wearied, for ill the heart may bear Light words in which it has no share, She turn'd to a pale maid,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Troubadour. Canto 4 E (Reunion) Letitia Elizabeth Landon	The lute drops from my wearied hold; Spreads no green earth, no summer sky To raise fresh visions for my eye, The hour is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Two Birth Nights Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon	And, as now the thrilling music falls upon her wearied ear, She cannot resist a shudder, caused by mingled hate and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Two Men Thomas Hardy	He liked the winnings of the mart, But wearied of the working...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Undying One - Canto II Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton	, no longer brought The glow of joy to this o'er-wearied breast, Where hope like some tired pilgrim sank to rest. The forms of beauty which my pathway...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Wife Of Asdrubal Felicia Dorothea Hemans	To chase calm slumber from thy wearied eyes; Still may their voices on the haunted air In fearful whispers tell thee to despair, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)