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The Desolate City
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
that I loved, the woman with eyes like stars? Desolate are the streets. Desolate is the city. Rate it:

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A Desolate Shore
William Ernest Henley
A desolate shore, The sinister seduction of the Moon, The menace of the irreclaimable Sea. Flaunting, tawdry and grim, From cloud to cloud along h...Rate it:

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Friend In The Desolate Time
Erik Johan Stagnelius
Friend, in the desolate time, when your soul is enshrouded in darkness When, in a deep abyss, memory and feeling die out, Intellect timidly grop...Rate it:

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January Cold Desolate
Christina Georgina Rossetti
January cold desolate; February all dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny June Bri...Rate it:

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Desolate
Sydney Thompson Dobell
From the sad eaves the drip-drop of the rain! The water washing at the latchel door; A slow step plashing by upon the moor; A single bleat far from...Rate it:

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Desolate Love
Tea Miller
I see myself lost in a desperate Isolation, So desperately wishing I can call for you, Utterly knowing that you'd be there. I see myself lost, in a...Rate it:

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The Desolate Field
William Carlos Williams
Vast and grey, the sky is a simulacrum to all but him whose days are vast and grey and -- In the tall, dried grasses a goat stirs with nozzle searc...Rate it:

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Cynara
Ernest Christopher Dowson
soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was dRate it:

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Non Sum Qualis eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae
Ernest Christopher Dowson
soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was dRate it:

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The Song of Arda: (From “Annatanam”.)
Henry Kendall
like to the Wind without home In the glen of a desolate grave— Of a deep and desolate grave. The tRate it:

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Lament of the Frontier Guard
Ezra Pound
and towers to watch out the barbarous land: Desolate castle, the sky, the wide desert. There is no Rate it:

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The Unappeasable Host
William Butler Yeats
hear the narrow graves calling my child and me. Desolate winds that cry over the wandering sea; DesRate it:

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After Paul Verlaine-I
Ernest Christopher Dowson
grief hath no reason. Nay! the more desolate, Because, I know not why, (Neither for love nor hate)Rate it:

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Beyond Kerguelen
Henry Kendall
Sea that is smitten by spears of the snow; Desolate songs are the songs of the waves by it— Rate it:

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Christmas
Edith Nesbit
that call us--we hear you--we hear! Oh, most desolate day of our desolate year! Rate it:

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Cui Bono?
Henry Kendall
of things, When the moon drops down and the desolate lea Is troubled with thunder and desolate wingRate it:

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Discordants
Conrad Potter Aiken
than bread; Now that I am without you, all is desolate; All that was once so beautiful is dead. Rate it:

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Iceland First Seen
William Morris
the hillsides above, striped adown with their desolate green: And a peak rises up on the west from Rate it:

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Me Peacock
William Butler Yeats
of his eye? The wind-beaten, stone-grey, And desolate Three Rock Would nourish his whim. Live he orRate it:

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My God! O let me call Thee mine!
Anne Brontë
and love to Thee belong, O, do not leave me desolate! O, do not leave me desolate! I kRate it:

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Number 3 on the Docket
Amy Lowell
pardon, I - I - Oh, I'm a wicked woman! An' I'm desolate, desolate! Why warn't I struck dead or parRate it:

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The Avenger
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
foe Who let the night conceal his blow : Desolate be his place of birth, Desolate be his silent Rate it:

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The Black Birds
Henry Van Dyke
presaging decay, Hung over barren beds: Only a desolate field that lay Untilled beneath the desoRate it:

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The Hunting Horn Of Chalemagne
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
weary weight but mocks thy feeble hand; Its desolate note, the shrine wherein we stand. Not such Rate it:

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The Irish Avatar
George Gordon Lord Byron
freedomless crags Is extending its steps to her desolate shore. To her desolate shore--where the eRate it:

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