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Man- The Maker Of His Own Destiny
Nikhil Parekh
It was perhaps natural if the deserts blamed the flaming Sun for acrimoniously blistering into tumultuous heat; as they were perpetually unable to ...Rate it:

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Maximum Comfort
Nikhil Parekh
A writer found maximum comfort in his pen; indefatigably penning and exploring with it the mystical vagaries of this astoundingly colossal planet, ...Rate it:

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Minerva Jones
Edgar Lee Masters
I am Minerva, the village poetess, Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the street For my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk, And all the more...Rate it:

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Parisina
George Gordon Lord Byron
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word: ...Rate it:

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People More Criminal Than Him.
Nikhil Parekh
What kind of a person must he be; indiscriminately trampling even the most infinitesimal trace of civilization that dared come his cadaverous way? ...Rate it:

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Rokeby: Canto II.
Sir Walter Scott
I. Far in the chambers of the west, The gale had sigh'd itself to rest; The moon was cloudless now and clear, But pale, and soon to disappear. ...Rate it:

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Ruling Over Every Beat Of My Heart.
Nikhil Parekh
It might be throbbing unrelentingly in pain; after witnessing the pathetically windling state of mother nature; the infinite invidious atrocities ...Rate it:

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Sir Roland
Andrew Lang
Whan he cam to his ain luve's bouir He tirled at the pin, And sae ready was his fair fause luve To rise and let him in. 'O welcome, welcome, Sir R...Rate it:

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Snow Is Falling
Boris Pasternak
Snow is falling: snow is falling. Geranium flowers reach for the blizzard’s small white stars past the window’s edge. Snow is falling, all is lost...Rate it:

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Songs In A Cornfield
Christina Georgina Rossetti
A song in a cornfield Where corn begins to fall, Where reapers are reaping, Reaping one, reaping all. Sing pretty Lettice, Sing Rachel, sing May; O...Rate it:

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Sorrow's Uses
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The uses of sorrow I comprehend Better and better at each year’s end. Deeper and deeper I seem to see Why and wherefore it has to be Only after t...Rate it:

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The Axeman
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
High on the hills, where the tall trees grow, There lives an axeman that 1 know. From his little hut by a ferny creek, Day after day, week after we...Rate it:

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The Coming of the Ship
Khalil Gibran
Almustafa, the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn onto his own day, had waited twelve years in the city of Orphalese for his ship that was to r...Rate it:

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The Dress In Pure And Powerful Black
Nikhil Parekh
The dress to unsurpassably thrill her; lift her to infinite altitude from her nimble feet; as she was plaintively traversing through bland patches ...Rate it:

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The Endless Love
Dai'lynn Green
The beautiful brown skin laced down her body She pulls in closer with my hands wrapped around her waist I try not to look as I embrace her lips The...Rate it:

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The Fisher’s Boy
Henry David Thoreau
MY life is like a stroll upon the beach, As near the ocean’s edge as I can go; My tardy steps its waves sometimes o’erreach, Sometimes I stay to le...Rate it:

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The Goat Paths
James Stephens
The crooked paths go every way Upon the hill - they wind about Through the heather in and out Of the quiet sunniness. And there the goats, day ...Rate it:

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The Hanging Of The Crane
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The lights are out, and gone are all the guests That thronging came with merriment and jests To celebrate the Hanging of the Crane In the new ho...Rate it:

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The Height of Land
Duncan Campbell Scott
Here is the height of land: The watershed on either hand Goes down to Hudson Bay Or Lake Superior; The stars are up, and far away The wind sounds i...Rate it:

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The Home
Rabindranath Tagore
I paced alone on the road across the field while the sunset was hiding its last gold like a miser. The daylight sank deeper and deeper into the...Rate it:

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The Inca
Louisa Stuart Costello
'Tis eve, the sun is sinking in the lake— The lake, all glorious with his golden beams, Whose calm clear breast reflects the mountains back That...Rate it:

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The Last Salute
Robert Nichols
In a far field, away from England, lies A boy I friended with a care like love; All day the wide earth aches, the keen wind cries, The melancholy c...Rate it:

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The Lord of the Isles: Canto II.
Sir Walter Scott
I. Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board! Summon the gay, the noble, and the fair! Through the loud hall, in joyous concert pour'd, Let...Rate it:

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The Princess (part 7)
Alfred Lord Tennyson
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by Sweet order lived again with ...Rate it:

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The Sun kept stooping—stooping
Emily Dickinson
The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low! The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose! Deeper and deeper grew ...Rate it:

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