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Candles
Constantine P. Cavafy
the future stand in front of us Like a line of candles all alight---- Golden and warm and lively liRate it:

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Upon The Sight Of A Pound Of Candles Falling To The Ground
John Bunyan
But be the candles down, and scattered too, Some lying here, some there? What shall we do? Hold, light the candle there that stands on high, It you...Rate it:

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The Candles Are Brought In
Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
Don’t you have the strange vision sometimes (When a dark penetrates in a house) Of another existence for us, Where we live in the other life’s pha...Rate it:

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Meditations Upon A Candle
John Bunyan
Man's like a candle in a candlestick, Made up of tallow and a little wick; And as the candle when it is not lighted, So is he who is in his sins be...Rate it:

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L'Aube spirituelle (Spiritual Dawn)
Charles Baudelaire
sunlight has darkened the flame of the candles; Thus, ever triumphant, resplendent soul! Your phaRate it:

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Le Flambeau Vivant (The Living Torch)
Charles Baudelaire
torch. Bewitching eyes, you shine like mystical candles That burn in broad daylight; the sun RedRate it:

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In A Castle
Amy Lowell
enters on a sob of wind, which gutters the candles almost to swaling. The fire flutters and drops. Rate it:

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1918
Boris Pasternak
the Sphinx was listening to the desert. Candles swam. It seemed that the Colossus' Blood grew coldRate it:

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A Walts With a Tear in It
Boris Pasternak
are no chocolates yet in bonbonnieres. Even the candles are no candles—they Look more like dull stiRate it:

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Stars were racing
Boris Pasternak
the Sphinx was listening to the desert. Candles swam. It seemed that the Colossus' Blood grew coldRate it:

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The Cupboard
Robert Graves
inside but rags and jags And yellow tallow candles. Mother: What's in that cupboard, Mary? Mary: WhRate it:

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The Ghetto
Lola Ridge
he does not like Sadie's mother Who hides God's candles, Nor Sadie Whose young pagan breath puts ouRate it:

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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 08: The Box With Silver Handles
Conrad Potter Aiken
were singing that song 'They'll soon be lighting candles Round a box with silver handles'—and heariRate it:

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The Living Torch
Charles Baudelaire
eyes, you burn with mystic rays Like candles in broad day; red suns may blaze, But cannot quench thRate it:

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The Night
Ada Cambridge
keeps his eyes upon his book. The little candles, lit Where the disciples sit, Light their small reRate it:

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The Poet
Padraic Colum
head was up to the rafter, Where he stood in candles' light. 'Your houses are like the seagulls' NRate it:

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The Three Bushes
William Butler Yeats
young man. O my dear, O my dear. Have no lit candles in your room,' That lovely lady said, 'That IRate it:

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The White Peacock
Stephen Vincent Benet
of rats. Orange light drips from the guttering candles, Eddying over the vast embroideries of thRate it:

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A March In The Ranks, Hard-prest
Walt Whitman
of deepest, deepest black, just lit by moving candles and lamps, And by one great pitchRate it:

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Among School Children
William Butler Yeats
nuns and mothers worship images, But thos the candles light are not as those That animate a mother'Rate it:

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Anthem For Doomed Youth
Wilfred Owen
bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hRate it:

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Lady At A Mirror
Rainer Maria Rilke
maid when at the bottom of her mirror she finds candles, wardrobes, and the cloudy dregs of a late Rate it:

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Red Is The Color Of Blood
Conrad Potter Aiken
slowly, as we came. We will light the room with candles; they may shine Like rows of yellow eyes.Rate it:

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The Faithful Student
Majed Dodeen
orchards The flourishing tears Produce glowing candles In compartments and in the sad heart RemainsRate it:

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You're on yours, I'm on mine
Frank Anthony Cimino jr
sleet fell fast. Shimmer and scent of sweet candles lit. Soft music, sitting on one end, you on tRate it:

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