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Where the Dead Men Lie
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Out on the wastes of the Never Never - That's where the dead men lie! There where the heat-waves dance forever - That's where the dead men lie! Tha...Rate it:

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Rap is Not Dead
Mario William Vitale
the streets are now empty the clubs are shut down not a sound until... in the morning there will be sun a chance to have a lot of fun old school...Rate it:

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Dead Selves
James Whitcomb Riley
How many of my selves are dead? The ghosts of many haunt me: Lo, The baby in the tiny bed With rockers on, is blanketed And sleeping in the long ag...Rate it:

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Tommy's Dead
Sydney Thompson Dobell
YOU may give over plough, boys, You may take the gear to the stead, All the sweat o' your brow, boys, Will never get beer and bread. The seed's...Rate it:

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The Song Of The Dead
Rudyard Kipling
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still to the Pole, asleep by their hide-stripped sledge...Rate it:

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Dead Man's Dump
Isaac Rosenberg
The plunging limbers over the shattered track Racketed with their rusty freight, Stuck out like many crowns of thorns, And the rusty stakes like sc...Rate it:

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The City Dead-House
Walt Whitman
BY the City Dead-House, by the gate, As idly sauntering, wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause--for lo! an outcast form, a poo...Rate it:

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The Dead Coach
Katharine Tynan
At night when sick folk wakeful lie, I heard the dead coach passing by, And heard it passing wild and fleet, And knew my time was come not yet. Cl...Rate it:

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The Dead To The Living
Edith Nesbit
Work while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work. IN the childhood of April, while purple woods With the young year's blood in them s...Rate it:

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Day of the dead
Mario William Vitale
This is a story of the day of the dead The day they rose from their boxed-up beds There was fire and smoke And blood and corpses With people parano...Rate it:

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The Dead Soldier
Dora Sigerson Shorter
Where the sword has opened the way the man will follow 'Look! they came, the triumphant army! Over yon hill see their weapons peeping!' Still I sp...Rate it:

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Dead Leaves
Edward Booth Loughran
When these dead leaves were green, love, November's skies were blue, And summer came with lips aflame, The gentle spring to woo; And to u...Rate it:

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Dead Love
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Dead love, by treason slain, lies stark, White as a dead stark-stricken dove: None that pass by him pause to mark Dead love. His heart, that str...Rate it:

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I Stood With the Dead
Siegfried Sassoon
I Stood with the Dead, so forsaken and still: When dawn was grey I stood with the Dead. And my slow heart said, 'You must kill, you must kill: 'So...Rate it:

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The City of the Dead XX
Khalil Gibran
Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which Nature had spread her comely garme...Rate it:

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The Dead whno Died for Ireland
John Boyle O'Reilly
The dead who died for Ireland! Oh, these are living words To nerve the hearts of patriots — to steel avenging swords — They thrill the soul when sp...Rate it:

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The Songs Of The Dead Men To The Three Dancers
Robinson Jeffers
I. TO DESIRE (Here a dancer enters and dances.) Who is she that is fragrant and desirable, Clothed but enough to wake wantonness, And proud of her ...Rate it:

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Dead Hope
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Hope new born one pleasant morn Died at even; Hope dead lives nevermore. No, not in heaven. If his shroud were but a cloud To weep itself away; Or...Rate it:

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Dead to the World
BEAU GOLDEN
I am dead to the world What I mean to say is i die each day What I mean to say is i am only clay As a sun blackened by burning smoke begins to se...Rate it:

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Dead!
Alfred Austin
Hush! or you'll wake her. Softly tread! She slumbers in her little bed. What do I see? A coffin! Dead? Yes, dead at break of morning. No, no, it c...Rate it:

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In The Day's When We Are Dead
Henry Lawson
Listen! The end draws nearer, Nearer the morning—or night— And I see with a vision clearer That the beginning was right! These shall be words to re...Rate it:

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Kaspar Is Dead
Jean Arp
(Translated by G P Skratz) o god our kaspar is dead & now there's no-one to steal away with the burning flag & snap it every day in the dark clou...Rate it:

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Lines Written In The Belief That The Ancient Roman Festival Of The Dead Was Called Ambarvalia
Rupert Brooke
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but fair," it rings me, "Quiet," it laughs, "and...Rate it:

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The Blind And The Dead
Robert William Service
She lay like a saint on her copper couch; Like an angel asleep she lay, In the stare of the ghoulish folks that slouch Past the Dead and ...Rate it:

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The Dead Christ
Julia Ward Howe
Take the dead Christ to my chamber, The Christ I brought from Rome; Over all the tossing ocean, He has reached his western home; Bear him as in...Rate it:

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