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A Dirge of the Morning After
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
respite from borrowing? Oh, for a philtre to deaden our grief!' ANXIOUS VOICE FROM RIGHT WING: 'PaRate it:

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A Poet's Voice XV
Khalil Gibran
inhumanity from my heart. Substantial things deaden a man without suffering; love awakens him witRate it:

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Above Crow's Nest [Sydney]
Henry Lawson
rent across the west, Whose darkness seems to deaden The brightest and the best; A sunset white andRate it:

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Frederick and Alice
Sir Walter Scott
on the still night broke; Four times, at its deaden'd swell, Echoes from the ruins spoke. As the lRate it:

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Frost Fire
August Stramm
Toes deaden. Breath smelts to lead. Hot needles dance in fingers. Backs turn to snails.Ears hum coffee. The fire swaggerswith logs andwith a shrive...Rate it:

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Futility
Claude McKay
my body to the strangest scourge, To soothe and deaden my heart's unhealing rent. But you have toRate it:

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Mary Lemaine
Henry Lawson
horse; With your hand on your heart, just to deaden the pain, Ride hard to the ranges, brave Mary LRate it:

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Quare Fatigasti
Adam Lindsay Gordon
drowns the laugh ? For joys wax dim and woes deaden, We forget the sorrowful biers, And the garlaRate it:

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Report on Experience
Edmund Blunden
from Eden. I saw her smile warp, heard her lyric deaden; She turned to harlotry; - this I took to bRate it:

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The heart asks pleasure first
Emily Dickinson
from pain- And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And thRate it:

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The Longest Day
William Wordsworth
as flowers have blown, And the heart is loth to deaden Hopes that she so long hath known. Be thRate it:

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The Path Through The Snow
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
shines plain; These pure snow-crystals will deaden pain; Above, like stars in the deep blue dark,Rate it:

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The Rhyme of Joyous Garde
Adam Lindsay Gordon
the bitterest night, When the senses darken and deaden. For the days recall what the nights effacRate it:

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The Voice from Over Yonder
Henry Lawson
the moments leaden, And the silence seems to deaden— And a voice from over yonder answers sadly: “IRate it:

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