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Peter Simson's Farm
Edward George Dyson
corded hands. One time flooded, sometimes parching, still he did the work of ten, And his dog-lRate it:

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Ode On A Grecian Urn
John Keats
and cloy'd, A burning forehead, and a parching tongue. Who are these coming to the sRate it:

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A Dilettante
Augusta Davies Webster
the bloom of frightened spring with bleak and parching chills, the waste, the thorns, the nettle,Rate it:

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A Fairy Tale
Amy Lowell
never shall I be fulfilled by love! Along the parching highroad of the world No other soul shall Rate it:

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A Love Song
Paul Laurence Dunbar
alone in the desert, With hands uplifted, with parching lips, Oh, rescue me, rescue me, Thy form tRate it:

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A Wreath Of Immortelles
Ambrose Bierce
his soul would like a river Turned upon its parching liver. * * * * * For those this mausoleum isRate it:

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A Year’s Windfalls
Christina Georgina Rossetti
the barren shore And fade away in light. In the parching August wind Corn-fields bow the head, SheRate it:

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Amen
Christina Georgina Rossetti
mouth; Forgot his flocks, his panting flocks In parching hill-side drouth; Forgot himself for weal Rate it:

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By The Fates
Alfred Austin
wait till I shrivel with fire, Till I perish of parching and thirst? Shall I make of my passion a pRate it:

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Christ's Little Sister
John Bannister Tabb
Redemption's load; Cold and rain and parching heat Hinder not heroic feet On the Royal Road. LittlRate it:

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Elegy XX (Alternate) Love's War
John Donne
no food to live. And I should be in the hott parching clime, To dust and ashes turn'd before my tRate it:

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Have you got a Brook in your little heart
Emily Dickinson
later, in August it may be— When the meadows parching lie, Beware, lest this little brook of life, Rate it:

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How The Women Went From Dover
John Greenleaf Whittier
a rude hand smote Her draught away from a parching throat. 'Take heed,' one whispered, 'they'll taRate it:

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Hymn 40
Isaac Watts
shall hunger pain their souls; He bids their parching thirst begone, And spreads the shadow of his Rate it:

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I bring an unaccustomed wine
Emily Dickinson
I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink; Crackling with fever, they Essay, I turn my brimming ey...Rate it:

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I know where Wells grow—Droughtless Wells
Emily Dickinson
must mean that—I'm sure— Shall We remember Parching—then? Those Waters sound so grand— I think a lRate it:

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I should have been too glad, I see
Emily Dickinson
Beggars—Banquets—can define— 'Tis Parching—vitalizes Wine— "Faith" bleats—to understand! Rate it:

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Lancelot
Edwin Arlington Robinson
are that are awake, and in their scabbards Are parching for the blood of Lancelot. Yet I go not awRate it:

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Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns's Country
John Keats
joy than all, more solemn in the heart, More parching to the tongue than all, of more divine a smarRate it:

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Lucifer Of The Torch
Ambrose Bierce
kindling Boycott's ruddy bloom, Has slaked your parching blood-thirst and allayed The flash and shiRate it:

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Lycidas
John Milton
upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious teRate it:

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Maiden-Song
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Forgot his flocks, his panting flocks In parching hill-side drouth; Forgot himself for weal or wRate it:

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Medjnoon in his Solitude
Louisa Stuart Costello
on but to despair! No streams, that cool the parching breeze, Spring in that desert rude; Save Rate it:

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On the Death of the Honourable Mr. James Thynne
Anne Kingsmill Finch
this baleful Earth, O'er all our deep and parching Cares diffuse, Like Eden's Springs, or Hermon'Rate it:

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On The Wire
Robert William Service
hammers red My eyeballs into my head; It's parching my very moans. See! It's the size of the skRate it:

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