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Cobwebs
Christina Georgina Rossetti
It is a land with neither night nor day, Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain, Nor hills nor valleys; but one even plain Stretches thro' lo...Rate it:

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Nobody's Home
Sonia Walker
rustic vista with the ardor of a courting lover. Cobwebs woven by a tireless spider hang among the Rate it:

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Law
James Beattie
as we read in ancient sages, Have been like cobwebs in all ages. Cobwebs for little flies are sprRate it:

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The Wolf And Shepherds. A Fable
James Beattie
as we read in ancient sages, Have been like cobwebs in all ages: Cobwebs for little flies are spreaRate it:

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Farewell to the Farm
Robert Louis Stevenson
ladder at the hayloft door, O hayloft where the cobwebs cling, Good-bye, good-bye, to everything!Rate it:

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On My Own Feet
Nikhil Parekh
to the soil with treacherously lifeless cobwebs, Keep me instead in a fathomless field blossoming Rate it:

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A Bridal In The Bois De Boulogne.
Mathilde Blind
beautiful brides in their bridal array; With cobwebs for laces, and dewdrops for pearls, Fine as Rate it:

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A Morning Walk
Myra Morris
one; And the bare old orchard trees were gray As cobwebs in the sun. Where the bracken's frosted siRate it:

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All Lovely Things
Conrad Potter Aiken
The sweetest flesh and flowers are rotten And cobwebs tent the brightest head. Come back, true lRate it:

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An Ancient to Ancients
Thomas Hardy
we sang, Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, And cracks creep; worms have fed upon Rate it:

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Another For The Briar-Rose
William Morris
art thou ’gainst my armour’s gleam But dusky cobwebs of a dream? Beat down, deep sunk from every gRate it:

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Deborah's Parrot, a Village Tale
Mary Darby Robinson
stiff brocade, With laces broad and dear; Fine Cobwebs ! that would thinly shade Her shrivell'd cheRate it:

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Dicky
Robert Graves
ebbs... His face was clay, mother, His beard, cobwebs. In that long horrid pause 'Good-night,' he Rate it:

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Doing Is believing
Nikhil Parekh
circumventing its walls; the century old cobwebs dangling at whisker lengths from my chin. When I Rate it:

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Dream Evil
Mario William Vitale
able to pray I close my eyes to a world unknown cobwebs etched in the very fabric of my existence aRate it:

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Dream World Pt I
Mario William Vitale
in his arm while holding a baby there was cobwebs and darkened portals illuminated throughout the Rate it:

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Evil Corpse In Post Mortem Habitation
Mario William Vitale
would send quite a bit of fright the notion of cobwebs woke him from his sleep tiny creatures manifRate it:

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Father
Nikhil Parekh
their periphery of intricately suspended silver cobwebs, Time seemed to have stopped momentarily;Rate it:

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How He Saw Angus, The God
Clive Staples Lewis
wet lawn With dew was twinkling bright. The cobwebs hung from every branch and spray Gleaming wiRate it:

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I Think of Thee in Watches of the Night
Mathilde Blind
us in the day And hide from view, Like idle cobwebs now are brushed away Between us two. I proRate it:

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If You Really Had The Urge To Clean Something
Nikhil Parekh
the house; dismantling the mountain of obnoxious cobwebs suspended solitarily from the ceiling, FoRate it:

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In Memoriam A. H. H. Obiit: 124. That which we dare invoke
Alfred Lord Tennyson
thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun: If e'er when faith had falRate it:

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Jericho; or, The Waters Healed
John Newton
cockatrice eggs he can hatch, Or, spider-like, cobwebs can weave; 'Tis madness to labor and watch FRate it:

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Marvellous Martin
Charles Harpur
sons of Power? No! they can spin but feudal cobwebs, soon By Freedom to be blown into the moon, Or Rate it:

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Near Perigord
Ezra Pound
son, ah, since he died ''My wit and worth are cobwebs brushed aside 'In the full flare of grief. DoRate it:

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