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XII Matthew Sean Markonis	You: the mouth of a saxophone, and I: a long-drawn sigh. A palace of gold splinters into the fog, to be an...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Xii Elizabeth Barrett Browning	Indeed this very love which is my boast, And which, when rising up from breast to brow, Doth crown me with a ruby large enow To draw men's eyes and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Dear royal France! I fix the happy year At forty--seven, because that Christmas--tide There passed through Pau the Duke of Montpensier, Fresh from...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Woman’s Sonnets: XII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	'Tis ended truly, truly as was best. Love is a little thing, for one short day; You could not make it your life's only quest, Nor watch the poor...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ballad XII Christine de Pizan	Ever blessed be the day, Be the place and be the dwelling, That hath ended my delay, Shown the truth I shrank from...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Crime and Punishment chapter XII Khalil Gibran	Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment." And he answered...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy XII John Donne	COME Fates ; I fear you not ! All whom I owe Are paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere I go. But Chance from you all sovereignty hath got ; Love woundeth...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy XII. His Recantation William Shenstone	No more the Muse obtrudes her thin disguise, No more with awkward fallacy complains How every fervour from my bosom flies, And Reason in her lonesome...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	She was a little woman dressed in black, Who stood on tiptoe with a childish air, Her face and figure hidden in a sacque, All but her eyes and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Game of Chess: Part XII Asrarul Chowdhury	Here, I now stand in front of my sweet Bengal My tears flow, for it's no longer the real one We speak the same language and sing the same song And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Haiku XII Corneigh Hoff	of some past framed in brownish fallen leaves strengthen...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Holy Sonnet XII: Why Are We John Donne	Why are wee by all creatures waited on? Why doe the prodigall elements supply Life and food to mee, being more pure than I, Simple, and further...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Holy Sonnet XII: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On? John Donne	Why are we by all creatures waited on? Why do the prodigal elements supply Life and food to me, being more pure than I, Simple, and further from...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Homage To Sextus Propertius - XII Ezra Pound	Who, who will be the next man to entrust his girl to a friend? Love interferes with fidelities; The gods have brought shame on their relatives; Each...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hymn XII: Come, Ye That Love the Lord John Wesley	Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround his throne: Let those refuse to sing Who...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hymn XII: Come, Ye That Love the Lord Charles Wesley	Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround his throne: Let those refuse to sing Who...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
John Marston: XII Algernon Charles Swinburne	THE BITTERNESS of death and bitterer scorn Breathes from the broad-leafed aloe-plant whence thou Wast fain to gather for thy bended brow A chaplet by...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XII. Sonnet Composed At ---- Castle William Wordsworth	DEGENERATE Douglas! oh, the unworthy Lord! Whom mere despite of heart could so far please, And love of havoc, (for with such disease Fame taxes him,)...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XII. Yarrow Unvisited William Wordsworth	FROM Stirling castle we had seen The mazy Forth unravelled; Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay, And with the Tweed had travelled; And when we came...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Modern Love XII: Not Solely That the Future George Meredith	Not solely that the Future she destroys, And the fair life which in the distance lies For all men, beckoning out from dim rich skies: Nor that the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	He slept as only under the free heaven It is given to sleep, a slumber shadowless As the broad river to whose banks at even That spirit comes which...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode XII: On Recovering From A Fit Of Sickness, In the Country Mark Akenside	I. Thy verdant scenes, O Goulder's hill, Once more i seek, a languid guest: With throbbing temples and with burden'd breast Once more i climb thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode XII: To Sir Francis Henry Drake, Baronet Mark Akenside	I. Behold; the Balance in the sky Swift on the wintry scale inclines: To earthy caves the Dryads fly, And the bare pastures Pan resigns. Late did the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ovid. Trist. Lib. V. Elegy XII. William Cowper	You bid me write to amuse the tedious hours, And save from withering my poetic powers; Hard is the task, my friend, for verse should flow From the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Song XII. - O'er desert plains, and rushy meres William Shenstone	O'er desert plains, and rushy meres, And wither'd heaths I rove; Where tree, nor spire, nor cot, appears, I pass to meet my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)