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A Fragment Alfred Austin	Should fickle hands in far-off days No longer stroke thy hair, And lips that once were proud to praise Forget to call thee fair, Sigh but my name,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment Thomas Gent	Oh, Youth! could dark futurity reveal Her hidden worlds, unlock her cloud-hung gates, Or snatch the keys of mystery from time, Your souls...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment Momina Masood	We have edged away deliberately, or under hypnosis. Is this a game that love plays proverbially, or mere neurosis of a beautiful...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment Adam Lindsay Gordon	They say that poison-sprinkled flowers Are sweeter in perfume Than when, untouched by deadly dew, They glowed in early...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment Thomas Love Peacock	Nay, deem me not insensible, Cesario, To female charms; nor think this heart of mine Is cas'd in adamant; because, forsooth, I cannot ogle, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Awake! arise! the hour is late! Angels are knocking at thy door! They are in haste and cannot wait, And once departed come no more. Awake! arise!...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment Anne Brontë	'Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire Careless of form and face. Then whence this change,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fragment. Where's The Poet? John Keats	Where's the Poet? show him! show him, Muses nine! that I may know him. 'Tis the man who with a man Is an equal, be he King, Or poorest of the...	Rate it (4.36 / 44 votes)
Fragment Matthew Sean Markonis	I live in a world of mildness. The wind evokes nothing, crossed-out as it dies down in ink. Evocations of the nothing...	Rate it (1.00 / 1 vote)
(Fragment 2) I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish Samuel Taylor Coleridge	I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish Than if 'twere Truth. It has been often so: Must I die under it? Is no one near? Will no one hear...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Dramatic Fragment Charles Lamb	'Fie upon't! All men are false, I think. The date of love Is out, expired, its stories all grown stale, O'erpast, forgotten, like an antique tale Of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Florentine Tragedy - A Fragment Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde	CHARACTERS: GUIDO BARDI, A Florentine prince SIMONE, a merchant BIANNA, his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment Of A Poem. Alexander Pope	O Wretched B----,[90] jealous now of all, What god, what mortal shall prevent thy fall? Turn, turn thy eyes from wicked men in place, And see what...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment Of Consumption Nikhil Parekh	Unbaked flabby chunks of dough, With loosely sprawled fine powder, Molded into round lumps of bulky wheatmeal, An unyielding deodorant in its...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment Of Seneca Translated John Wilmot	After Death nothing is, and nothing, death, The utmost limit of a gasp of breath. Let the ambitious zealot lay aside His hopes of heaven, whose faith...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment of Seneca Translated Lord John Wilmot	After Death nothing is, and nothing, death, The utmost limit of a gasp of breath. Let the ambitious zealot lay aside His hopes of heaven, whose faith...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment. Robert Burns	Tune - "John Anderson my jo." One night as I did wander, When corn begins to shoot, I sat me down to ponder, Upon an auld tree root: Auld Ayr...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment. Alexander Pope	What are the falling rills, the pendant shades, The morning bowers, the evening colonnades, But soft recesses for th' uneasy mind To sigh unheard in,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment. George Gordon Byron	When, to their airy hall, my Fathers' voice Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice; When, pois'd upon the gale, my form shall ride, Or, dark in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment: To Music Percy Bysshe Shelley	Silver key of the fountain of tears, Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild; Softest grave of a thousand fears, Where their mother, Care,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment: To Music. Percy Bysshe Shelley	Silver key of the fountain of tears, Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild; Softest grave of a thousand fears, Where their mother, Care,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fragment: When, To Their Airy Hall George Gordon Lord Byron	When, to their airy hall, my father's voice Shall call my spirit, joyful in their choice; When, poised upon the gale, my form shall ride, Or, dark in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Little Te Deum Of The Commonplace. A Fragment William Arthur Dunkerley	With hearts responsive And enfranchised eyes, We thank Thee, Lord,-- For all things beautiful, and good, and true; For things that seemed not good...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Tennyson Fragment Robert Fuller Murray	So in the village inn the poet dwelt. His honey-dew was gone; only the pouch, His cousin's work, her empty labour, left. But still he sniffed it,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Another Fragment to Music Percy Bysshe Shelley	No, Music, thou art not the 'food of Love.' Unless Love feeds upon its own sweet self, Till it becomes all Music murmurs...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)