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Harold Ariel Alberto Morales	Harold is a threat, to the sad man who can't...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The First. George Gordon Byron	I. Oh, thou, in Hellas deemed of heavenly birth, Muse, formed or fabled at the minstrel's will! Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The Fourth. George Gordon Byron	I. I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The Second. George Gordon Byron	I. Come, blue-eyed maid of heaven! - but thou, alas, Didst never yet one mortal song inspire - Goddess of Wisdom! here thy temple was, And is,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The Third. George Gordon Byron	I. Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart? When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled, And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage [I stood in Venice] George Gordon Byron	I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs, A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage [There is a pleasure in the pathless woods] George Gordon Byron	There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto III [excerpt] George Gordon Byron	XXXIV...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto I. George Gordon Lord Byron	To...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto IV. George Gordon Lord Byron	I. I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand: I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto II. George Gordon Lord Byron	I. Come, blue-eyed maid of heaven!-but thou, alas! Didst never yet one mortal song inspire- Goddess of Wisdom! here thy temple was, And is,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto III. George Gordon Lord Byron	I. Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Harold Arnett Edgar Lee Masters	I leaned against the mantel, sick, sick, Thinking of my failure, looking into the abysm, Weak from the noon-day heat. A church bell sounded...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Harold Fry Story turned Movie in April Douglas Blair	Take an out of shape man in his retirement. Having difficulties with his wife and ill-directed Son. Give him news about the chronic cancer...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Harold Pinter Stella Thompson	Got the prize Top of the class Nobel Laureate Pinter wrote Plays in days of yore Harold Pinter East End Boy What a joy that boy Became a famous...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Heavy handed Harold Leo Long	Heavy handed Harold With quiet Quinton quarrelled Fighting for fine filly Slapped he said silent...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Pity Poor Harold James John Graham	harold wishes he looked like a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Harold Ned Rocco Marini	That made his mother life harried His father was sorry he got married because they ended up with Harold Harold would talk endlessly about nothing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The River Harold Robert Nathan Davis	like a dream a river of memories and a tourniquette of streams The River Harold tingles my spine picks for me daisies and sparrows of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Song of Harold Harfager Sir Walter Scott	The sun is rising dimly red, The wind is wailing low and dread; From his cliff the eagle sallies, Leaves the wolf his darksome valleys; In the mist...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Harold Fry (movie coming) Wayne Blair	Going up to see Queenie Walking On sore cramped feet. Channel to Berwick upon Tweed. Big hike. Meeting many people, many districts. ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)