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Absent of Thee I Languish Still
Lord John Wilmot
Absent from thee I languish still; Then ask me not, when I return? The straying fool 'twill plainly kill To wish all day, all night to mourn. Dear...Rate it:

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Despiteful thus unto myself, I languish
John Wilbye
Despiteful thus unto myself, I languish, And in disdain, myself from joy I banish, These secret thoughts enwrap me so in anguish, That life, I hope...Rate it:

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The Reckoning
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
a happy pair. CHORUS. Surely we for wine may languish! Let the bumper then go round! For all sigRate it:

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Chorus of the Dead
Count Giacomo Leopardi
Death, in Thy vast shadow, Simple and bare we languish, Not happy, but from the anguish Of life at Rate it:

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For My Sake
James Brunton Stephens
despair;— “Inasmuch as when the little ones did languish, Ye put forth the hand to make their burdRate it:

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La Vie Antérieure (My Earlier Life)
Charles Baudelaire
the anguish Of secret grief in which I loved to languish. — Translated by Roy Campbell My FormerRate it:

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The Calm
John Donne
or us; In calms, Heaven laughs to see us languish thus. As steady'as I can wish that my thougRate it:

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To a Lady, with Some Coloured Patterns of Flowers
William Shenstone
bright with painted foliage, here, Shall only languish, when Selinda's near: A fate reversed no smiRate it:

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An Anatomy Of The World...
John Donne
song; This world, in that great earthquake languished; For in a common bath of tears it bled,Rate it:

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Blessed Are The Dead. (From The German)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
heaven for earthly sadness? Who here would languish Longer in bewailing and in anguish? Come, O ChRate it:

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The Female Exile
Charlotte Smith
soil, Perhaps doom'd for life in chill penury to languish, Or abject dependence, or soul-crushing tRate it:

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Ask not the cause why sullen spring
John Dryden
But left her lover in despair, To sigh, to languish, and to die: Ah, how can those fair eyeRate it:

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The Bonie Wee Thing
Robert Burns
Wishfully I look and languish In that bonie face o' thine, And my heart it sounds wi' anguish, Lest my wee thing be na mine. [Chorus] Bonie we...Rate it:

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The Temple of Friendship
Zara shone forth in her turn, With eyes that languish, whilst our hearts they burn: 'What languor,'Rate it:

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Invocation To The Muses
Edna St. Vincent Millay
mind. O Muses, O immortal Nine!— Or do ye languish? Can ye die? Must all go under?— How shall we hRate it:

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Poem 97
Edmund Spenser
elfe, his mothers heast to proue. So now I languish till he please, my pining anguish to appease. Rate it:

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R. Alcona to J. Brenzaida
Emily Jane Brontë
more than mine! And even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in Memory's rapturous Rate it:

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A Basket of Flowers
Adam Lindsay Gordon
storm winds wax fleet ? Love's melodies languish In 'Chastelard's' strain, And 'Abelard's' anguisRate it:

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A Dialogue
Percy Bysshe Shelley
grieved at my fall, And duty forbids, though I languish to die, When departure might heave Virtue’sRate it:

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A Farewel To America to Mrs. S. W.
Phillis Wheatley
maid of rosy hue, O let me feel thy reign! I languish till thy face I view, Thy vanish'd joRate it:

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A Legend of Madrid
Adam Lindsay Gordon
doubt and anguish, Fears like dews in sunshine languish, Courage, husband, we shall vanquish, Thou Rate it:

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A Nuptial Song
James Thomson
dart; You teach us pleasing pangs to know, To languish in luxurious woe, To feel the generous passiRate it:

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A Paralell Between Bowling And Preferment
William Strode
well by Rubbs that curb theyr hast Some that languish in theyr speede Are cherisht by a gentle blasRate it:

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A Paraphrase, Circa 1715
Eugene Field
thus the years of youth go by, Shall Colin languish, Strephon die? Nay, cruel nymph! come, choose aRate it:

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A Pastoral Ballad
William Shenstone
that I priz'd them no more. But why do I languish in vain; Why wander thus pensively here? Rate it:

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