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Crimson
Carl Sandburg
Crimson is the slow smolder of the cigar end I hold, Gray is the ash that stiffens and covers all silent the fire. (A great man I know is dead an...Rate it:

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Crimson Curtains Round My Mother's Bed
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Crimson curtains round my mother's bed, Silken soft as may be; Cool white curtains round about my bed, For I am but a baby. Rate it:

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crimson sunset
Masaoka Shiki
crimson sunset even through clouds vernal equinox Rate it:

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I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson
Wilfred Owen
I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell, Like a Sun, in his last deep hour; Watched the magnificent recession of farewell, Clouding, half...Rate it:

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Miraculously Uniting Crimson Blood.
Nikhil Parekh
As invincible as the peaks of unfathomable Everest; which were the very first to salute royally Omnipotent sunshine in the center of undying sky, ...Rate it:

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Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font; The firefly wak...Rate it:

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Roses crimson, roses white
Alfred Austin
`Roses crimson, roses white, Deadly pale or lovely blushing, Both in love with May at sight, And their maiden blood is rushing To and fro in hope t...Rate it:

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The Guest is gold and crimson
Emily Dickinson
The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay— He reaches town at nightfall— He stops at every...Rate it:

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The Princess: A Medley: Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font: The...Rate it:

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There was crimson clash of war.
Stephen Crane
There was crimson clash of war. Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering. There came one who understood not these things. ...Rate it:

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[I Saw His Round Mouth's Crimson]
Wilfred Owen
[I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell], Like a Sun, in his last deep hour; Watched the magnificent recession of farewell, Clouding, ha...Rate it:

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