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Fountain’s Abbey - 'Alas, alas! those ancient towers
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
Alas, alas! those ancient towers, Where never now the vespers ring, But lonely at the midnight hours, Flits by the bat on dusky wing. ...Rate it:

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Alas! So All Things Now Do Hold Their Peace
Henry Howard
Alas! so all things now do hold their peace, Heaven and earth disturbed in nothing. The beasts, the air, the birds their song do cease, The night{:...Rate it:

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I love, alas! yet am not loved
John Wilbye
I love, alas! yet am not loved, For cruel she to pity is not moved. My constant love with scorn she ill rewardeth, Only my sighs a little she regar...Rate it:

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Alas for Youth
Hakim Abu'l-Qasim Ferdowsi Tusi Firdowsi
Much have I labored, much read o'er Of Arabic and Persian lore, Collecting tales unknown and known; Now two and sixty years are flown. Regret, and ...Rate it:

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Alas what hope of speeding
John Wilbye
Alas what hope of speeding Where hope beguiled lies bleeding? She bade come when she spied me, And when I came she flied me. Thus when I was beguil...Rate it:

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Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed?
Isaac Watts
Alas! and did my Savior bleed And did my Sovereign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? Refrain At the cross, at the cross...Rate it:

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Alas! This Is Not What I Thought Life Was
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Alas! this is not what I thought life was. I knew that there were crimes and evil men, Misery and hate; nor did I hope to pass Untouched by sufferi...Rate it:

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Alas! What a wretched life is this!
John Wilbye
Alas! What a wretched life is this! Nay what a death! Where tyrant Love commandeth! My flow’ring days are in their prime declining, All my proud ho...Rate it:

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Alas! What Boots The Long Laborious Quest
William Wordsworth
ALAS! what boots the long laborious quest Of moral prudence, sought through good and ill; Or pains abstruse-to elevate the will, And lead us on to ...Rate it:

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Alas! Where Have All The Years Gone
Walther von der Vogelweide
Alas! Where have all the years gone? Did I dream my life, or is it real? What I always thought - was that something? Then I've slept and don't know...Rate it:

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Alas, Alack!
Walter De La Mare
Ann, Ann! Come! Quick as you can! There's a fish that talks In the frying-pan. Out of the fat, As clear as glass, He put up his mouth And moaned 'A...Rate it:

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Alas, My Brother!
Margaret Dixon McDougall
(P McD) We waited for him, and the anxious days Melted to years and floated slowly by We spoke of him kind words of lofty praise, Of yearni...Rate it:

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Alas, So Long!
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
AH! dear one, we were young so long, It seemed that youth would never go, For skies and trees were ever in song And water in singing flow In the da...Rate it:

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Alas, What Shall I Do For Love?
King of England
Alas, what shall I do for love? For love, alasse, what shall I do? Syth now so kynd I do you fynde To kepe yow me unto? Alasse! Rate it:

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Alas.
Edwin C Ranck
He led her out across the sand, And by her side did sit: He asked to hold her little hand, She sweetly answered, "Nit."Rate it:

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Sonnet 110: Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there
William Shakespeare
Alas, 'tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old ...Rate it:

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Sonnet 86: Alas, Whence Come This Change Of Looks?
Sir Philip Sidney
Alas, whence come this change of looks? If I Have chang'd desert, let mine own conscience be A still-felt plague, to self-condemning me: Let woe...Rate it:

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Sonnet IV: Virtue, Alas
Sir Philip Sidney
Virtue, alas, now let me take some rest. Thou set'st a bate between my soul and wit. If vain love have my simple soul oppress'd, Leave what thou...Rate it:

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Sonnet XIV: Alas, Have I Not
Sir Philip Sidney
Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend, Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire, Than did on him who first stole down the fire, While Love ...Rate it:

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