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Piano
David Herbert Lawrence
of years, till I see A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings And pressRate it:

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Early In The Morning I Hear On Your Piano
Robert Louis Stevenson
EARLY in the morning I hear on your piano You (at least, I guess it's you) proceed to learn to play. Mostly little minds should take and tackle the...Rate it:

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Saša Milivojev - THE PIANO
Saša Milivojev
adorning myself with A minor Hey I closed the piano lid And echoed away into silence In order to reRate it:

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The shiv'ring piano, foaming at the mouth
Boris Pasternak
The shiv'ring piano, foaming at the mouth, Will wrench you by its ravings, discompose you. 'My darling,' you will murmur. 'No!' I'll shout. 'To mus...Rate it:

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Le Piano
Maurice Rollinat
Puis-je te célébrer autant que je le dois, Cher interlocuteur au langage mystique ? Hier encor, le chagrin, ruisselant de mes doigts, T’arrachait u...Rate it:

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Piano Practice
Rainer Maria Rilke
The summer hums. The afternoon fatigues; she breathed her crisp white dress distractedly and put into it that sharply etched etude her impatience f...Rate it:

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The Piano-Organ
Amy Levy
My student-lamp is lighted, The books and papers are spread; A sound comes floating upwards, Chasing the thoughts from my head. I open the garret ...Rate it:

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In The Placid Summer Midnight
William Ernest Henley
luminous and wide; I hear the song of a piano Break in a sparkling tide; And I feel, in the waltz Rate it:

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Music In The Flat
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
was very ill, she said, And the sound of my piano was distracting to her head. A fortnight’s exerRate it:

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The Re-Enactment
Thomas Hardy
her chair: Here was the couch: and the piano should be there.' I indulged him, verily nerve-strainRate it:

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When Albani Sang
William Henry Drummond
mean dey was satisfy. Affer dat come de Grande piano, lak we got on Chambly Hotel, She's nice lookRate it:

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Youth and Art
Robert Browning
a playful mood, 48 For his tuning her that piano?' 49 Could you say so, and never say 50Rate it:

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A VISIT WITH MY SHRINK
WALTER JACKSON
who likes people. Even has an electric Yamaha piano for patients. She never mentions depression. AnRate it:

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The Twilight Turns
James Joyce
green glow The trees of the avenue. The old piano plays an air, Sedate and slow and gay; She bRate it:

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WOMAN WHAT I LOVE
Brenden Pettingill
violin serenating, a guitar to pluck and a piano to push keys back into their locks, to twist open Rate it:

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1861
Walt Whitman
seated at a desk, lisping cadenzas piano; But as a strong man, erect, clothed in blue clothRate it:

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Echoes
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
millers, navvies, shearers, confidence-men, piano-tuners, paling-splitters, bookmakers, process-wRate it:

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To Lina
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
fleet, Chance again to reach thy hand, At the piano take thy seat, Where thy friend was wont to sRate it:

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Our House
Christopher Morley
Down which your hand will lightly pass; A piano with pale yellow keys For wistful twilight melodRate it:

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A Child's Garden
Rudyard Kipling
across to France, and sings Like hitting thick piano-strings. When I am strong enough to do The thRate it:

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Blanche Sweet
Vachel Lindsay
uplifting, Royal romance-fire. Though the tin piano Snarls its tango rude, Though the chairs are sRate it:

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Certain Maxims of Hafiz
Rudyard Kipling
of chums, the love of your wife, and a new piano's tune -- Which of the three will you trust at theRate it:

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Chi È?
Alfred Austin
at break of day, Knock at the terzo piano, A little voice answers, Chi è? ``I, the facchino, awaitiRate it:

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Childhood
Richard Aldington
The shop where I bought transfers, And the piano and gramaphone shop Where I used to stand StarRate it:

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Chopin
Maurice Rollinat
qui fus si grande en un si frêle corps, Le piano muet songe à tes doigts magiques Et la musique en Rate it:

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