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Crying For Bread
Henry Clay Work
not a thing in it), Sits poor little Theodore crying for bread! Poor little Theodore crying for breRate it:

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Crying Destiny
Ehsan Sehgal
that would ever come To enlighten my crying destiny And wounded destination.Rate it:

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Crying, My Little One, Footsore And Weary?
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Crying, my little one, footsore and weary? Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on my shoulder: I must tramp on through the winter night dreary, While ...Rate it:

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Humanity Is Crying
Ehsan Sehgal
blind Or has our conscious died? Humanity is crying.Rate it:

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The Devil Left Crying
Kurt Philip Behm
mix lying dead on the ground The devil left crying —salvation unbound (Villanova PennsylvaniaRate it:

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Velvet Eyes Crying In The Rain
Mario William Vitale
now that the rain came down with her velvet eyes crying with tears of remorse hopless said she in hRate it:

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Crying Inward
Kurt Philip Behm
How old were you when you were born Were your pasts or futures deemed forlorn How young will you be when you die As truth cries inward ...Rate it:

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Praise Of Ysolt
Ezra Pound
cometh, as winds and as lutany, As a vague crying upon the night That leaveth me no rest, saying evRate it:

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O, water, voice of my heart...
Arthur Symons
O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand, All night long crying with a mournful cry, As I lie and listen, and cannot understand The voice of ...Rate it:

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Lola Ridge
dream…. It comes again and again…. You hear ivy crying on steeples the flames haven’t caught yet anRate it:

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Hanchen, the Maid of the Mill
William Topaz McGonagall
life, Then he drew a dagger from under his coat, Crying, tell me where your master's money is, or IRate it:

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John Dryden
tears, upon the plain, Sighing to himself, and crying, Wretched I, to love in vain! Kiss me, deaRate it:

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Lola Ridge
dream…. It comes again and again…. You hear ivy crying on steeples the flames haven't caught yet anRate it:

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The Dream Of The World Without Death
William Cosmo Monkhouse
Wherein I heard a wondrous Voice intoning: Crying aloud, “The Master on His throne Openeth Rate it:

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The Little Girl's Song
Sydney Thompson Dobell
Do not mind my crying, Papa, I am not crying for pain. Do not mind my shaking, Papa, I am not shaking with fear; Tho' the wild wild wind is bideous...Rate it:

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Campbell Man
nicholas johnston
soil that he loved. Apricots, twisted bleeding, crying trees were in morning for they knew what waRate it:

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William Percy French
tree; But oh, it was the banshee that was crying, crying, crying, And I knew my love was dying far Rate it:

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At sunset
Emily Pauline Johnson
passion thronged And beat against Fate's wall, Crying in utter homesickness to be Near to a hearRate it:

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The Breathing Memories
Ehsan Sehgal
the books A little Become the history My memory Crying story Might reach hearts and minds, BreatheRate it:

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In Memory Of John Butler Yeats
Padraic Colum
while withdrawn- The lonely land, the lonely-crying birds! Your words, your breath is gone! O uncaRate it:

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 54. Oh, yet we Trust that somehow Goo
Alfred Lord Tennyson
So runs my dream: but what am I? An infant crying in the night: An infant crying for theRate it:

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Apology For Bad Dreams
Robinson Jeffers
create evil: I am the Lord.' II This coast crying out for tragedy like all beautiful places, (The Rate it:

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Aunt Chloe
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
. Where's Mistus?" "In the great house crying -- . Crying like her heart would break. 1. Rate it:

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Azrael's Count
Rudyard Kipling
I dismiss to the Mercy greet me not willingly; Crying, "When seekest Thou me first? Are not my kinRate it:

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Ballad of the Moon
Federico García Lorca
the sky with the child by the hand. They are crying in the forge, all the gypsies, shouting, cryinRate it:

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