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Let Me Lean Hard
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Let me lean hard upon the Eternal Breast; In all earth's devious ways, I sought for rest And found it not. I will be strong, said I, And lean upon ...Rate it:

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Lean Out of the Window
James Joyce
Lean out of the window, Goldenhair, I hear you singing A merry air. My book was closed, I read no more, Watching the fire dance On the floo...Rate it:

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And like a Dying Lady, Lean and Pale
Percy Bysshe Shelley
And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wan...Rate it:

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My desk is not so wide that I might lean
Boris Pasternak
My desk is not so wide that I might lean Against the edge and reach out past the shell Of board and glass, beyond the isthmus in The endless miles ...Rate it:

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The Lean, Brown Man
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
There's a big, brown man in the hinterland Whom the nation had forgot; He's a stolid man and a patient man And he does not talk a lot: And the seas...Rate it:

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Lend me your eyes
Barbara Singh
window to your heart As I look With sincerity Lean me your eyes so I can see The vision of your drRate it:

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Algernon Charles Swinburne
LEAN BACK, and get some minutes’ peace; Let your head lean Back to the shoulder with its fleece Of locks, Faustine. The shapely silver shoulder st...Rate it:

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William Carlos Williams
My third springtime is approaching! Winds! lean, serious as a virgin, seeking, seeking the flowRate it:

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My Orcha'd in Linden Lea
William Barnes
in its bed, An' ther vor me the apple tree Do lean down low in Linden Lea. When leaves that leateRate it:

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Since the Cities are the Cities
Henry Lawson
city that he loves with heart and soul. Fat or lean, we all are sinners—lean or fat we all would bRate it:

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The Blessed Damozel
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The blessed damozel lean'd out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters still'd at even; ...Rate it:

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The Statues And The Tear
Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
moon; And where she springs atween, Two statues lean-- Two Kings, their marble beards with moonlighRate it:

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The Task: Book V. -- The Winter Morning Walk
William Cowper
the muscular proportion’d limb Transform’d to a lean shank. The shapeless pair As they design’d to Rate it:

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A Farmhouse Dirge
Alfred Austin
lane, another half to the top: There you may lean o'er the gate and rest; she will want me awhile tRate it:

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A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags
William Wordsworth
we saw a Mam worn down By sickness, gaunt and lean, with sunken cheeks And wasted limbs, his legsRate it:

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A Villonaud: Ballad Of The Gibbet
Ezra Pound
d'Allmain, Culdou lacking a coat to bless One lean moiety of his nakedness That plundered St. HuberRate it:

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Any Saint
Francis Thompson
hold Too high that I, o'erbold Weak one, Should lean thereon. But He a little hath Declined His stRate it:

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Before A Crucifix
Algernon Charles Swinburne
To which they bring their pains and prayers; Lean limbs that shew the labouring bones, And ghastlyRate it:

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Augusta Davies Webster
fear. I am hoping that still, I am learning to lean on God, and I bow, Yes I think I bow my heartRate it:

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Robert Graves
did not know the man, I grew afeared At his lean lolling jaw, His spreading beard. His garments olRate it:

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ElegyXI: The Bracelet
John Donne
; they come here to us So pale, so lame, so lean, so ruinous. And howsoe'er French kings most ChrisRate it:

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From Omar Khayyam
Edward Fitzgerald
tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean-- Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows Rate it:

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From The Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám, I: 1-3, V: 12-15, 19-24, 71-72
Edward Fitzgerald
tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean-- Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows FromRate it:

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In Memoriam~ -- Alice Fane Gunn Stenhouse
Henry Kendall
large beloved heart whereon She used to lean, lies still and cold, Where, like a seraph, shines theRate it:

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Love Guerdons
Edith Nesbit
you, Where you lie alone through the long day, Lean my face against your turf and say to you AllRate it:

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