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The Fall of Fitzmickle Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Just as the clock struck four, Weary and worn in the cold, bleak morn Crept by his small son's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fallen Spire [A Flemish Village] Herbert Asquith	On pavements by the kneeling herdsmen worn The drifting fleeces of the shells are rolled Above the Saints a village Christ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Falling Of The Leaves William Butler Yeats	And weary and worn are our sad souls now; Let us patt, ere the season of passion forget us, With a kiss and a tear...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Familist's Hymn John Greenleaf Whittier	l,- By Wachuset's wooded side, On Nantucket's sea-worn isle, Or by wild Neponset's tide,- Still, in spirit, we are near, And our evening hymns, which...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Famine in Ireland James Brunton Stephens	word that for thy need becometh bread! Oh grief-worn father, gazing on the soil That mocks thy husbandry; whose fruitless toil Provides no answer to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Far Surpassing Ted Maybury	’s broad far-flung scenes. We wonder at such tide-worn birthing, too, of surf-pound sands and foaming blues and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Far Surpassing Theodore John Maybury	’s broad far-flung scenes. We wonder at such tide-worn birthing, too, of surf-pound sands and foaming blues and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fate of the Explorers (A Fragment) Henry Kendall	He had sunk, the worn-out hero, fainting, dying by the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fever-Dream Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton	But faint and worn I drew my breath Like those who wait for coming death; And my hand lay helpless on my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The First Jasmines Rabindranath Tagore	I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of bakulas woven by the hand of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The First one Nikhil Parekh	me for not having worn clothes of the matching...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Forest Sanctuary - Part I. Felicia Dorothea Hemans	E'en thus they haunt me with sweet sounds, till worn By quenchless longings, to my soul I say-...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Forsaken Merman Matthew Arnold	We climb'd on the graves, on the stones worn with rains, And we gazed up the aisle through the small leaded...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fortitude Within: Finding Strength in Struggle Mawphniang Napoleon	When our souls feel weary and worn, We rise up, unbroken and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fortune-Favored Friedrich Schiller	No childhood dwarfs them, and no age has...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Four Ages. A Brief Fragment Of An Extensive Projected Poem William Cowper	Of past experience, and the wisdom gleaned From worn-out follies, now acknowledged such, To recommence life's trial, in the hope Of fewer errors, on...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The FourFold of Poetics Scott Michael Potter	more than criticism yields… Whose worn mantle warm composes...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Freed Islands John Greenleaf Whittier	our forest land. Hear it, old Europe! we have sworn The death of slavery. When it falls, Look to your vassals in their turn, Your poor dumb millions,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Garden Lola Ridge	I might have worn them on my breast To wilt in the long day… I might have stemmed them in a narrow vase And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ghost Richard Harris Barham	Whose shrines are worn by knees of many a Sinner; There, too, full many an Aldermanic nose Roll'd its loud diapason...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ghost, Richard Harris Barham	Whose shrines are worn by knees of many a Sinner; There, too, full many an Aldermanic nose Roll'd its loud...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Giaour [Unquenched, unquenchable] George Gordon Byron	Affection's fondest pledge was worn, But now is borne away by thee, Memorial of thine...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Girl Isaac Kavik	Her eyes, so blue, see through my worn...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Girl I Left Behind Me Henry Kendall	The pathos worn by common things — by every wayside flower, Or Autumn leaf on lonely winds, revives the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
the glen Ariel	the northern bridge, the worn wooden one - washed...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)