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A Born Lover
Nikhil Parekh
be aridly torching and truculently lambasting; deserts, Perhaps only those with an irrevocably ovRate it:

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A Day Dream
Emily Jane Brontë
The birds that now so blithely sing, Through deserts, frozen dry, Poor spectres of the perished sRate it:

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A Dedication
Adam Lindsay Gordon
broken-up fountain heads, dash on Dry deserts with long pent up passion-- Here rhyme was first framRate it:

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A Hero's Grave
Sydney Thompson Dobell
thy footstep on the human sands, O'er the signed deserts and the vocal ways Pursue thee, faithful, Rate it:

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A la gloire du vent
Emile Verhaeren
- Toi qui t'en vas là-bas, Par toutes les routes de la terre, Homme tenace et solitaire, Vers où vas-tu, toi qui t'en vas ? - J'aime le vent, l...Rate it:

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A Pastoral Ode. To the Hon. Sir Richard Lyttleton
William Shenstone
struck the pilgrim's wondering sight 'Mid lonely deserts drear; All as at eve, the sovereign flowerRate it:

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A Pickbrain
Ambrose Bierce
and the unwise rejoice, No equal censure our deserts will suit We both are fools, but you're an apeRate it:

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A Poem A Day; Keeps The Doctor Away.
Nikhil Parekh
the swelteringly impoverished and blistering deserts; a gloriously rejuvenating rainshower a day; kRate it:

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A Tale
Louise Bogan
To be enduring, save where, south Of hidden deserts, torn fire glares On beauty with a rusted moRate it:

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A Torchbearer
Edith Wharton
brimming flood whose drops shall overflow On deserts of the soul long beaten down By the brute hoofRate it:

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A Tribute to Henry M. Stanley
William Topaz McGonagall
to explore, And travelled o'er wild and lonely deserts, fatigued and footsore. And what he and hiRate it:

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Abd-El-Kader At Toulon Or, The Caged Hawk
William Makepeace Thackeray
knoweth how to break; 'Let me pass from out my deserts, be't mine own choice where to go, I brook nRate it:

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Advice To A Raven In Russia (1812)
Joel Barlow
climate, fix your best abode, He'll make you deserts and he'll bring you blood. How could you fear Rate it:

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Alaric In Italy
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
birth-place of heroic time; But he, in northern deserts bred, Spared not the living for the dad, NoRate it:

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Alienation
Katharine Tynan
and oh, it hurts! But shall not Love have its deserts And win forgiveness, though she still Sets heRate it:

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All Day And Night
Nikhil Parekh
The deserts waited all day and night; for fat globules of mesmerizing rain; crystalline streams of water to pacify their overwhelmingly parched bel...Rate it:

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All That I Could Ever Dream Of
Nikhil Parekh
every instant in my nose, When I lived in the deserts; all that I could ever dream of was unsurpaRate it:

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All That I Wanted To See
Nikhil Parekh
and wade forward unrelentingly, All that the deserts wanted to see; was thunderous cloudbursts ofRate it:

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Always The Mob
Carl Sandburg
and gates of Panama? The Union Pacific crossing deserts and tunneling mountains? The Woolworth on lRate it:

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America
Edgar Lee Masters
thou again to the hills, Forsake thou the deserts of death, where ever the burning thirst, FlamesRate it:

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AN ELEGY Upon the death of Mr. Edward Holt
Henry King
ancestors, thy body find not room, Thine own deserts have purchas'd thee a place, Which more renoRate it:

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AN ELEGY Upon the L. Bishop of London John King
Henry King
thy admired parts, And hast no Heraldry but thy deserts. Yet let not Them their prouder Marbles bRate it:

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An Infinite Lives; An Infinite Deaths
Nikhil Parekh
replenishments; An infinite tumultuously torrid deserts of limitlessly sub-servient thirst, And aRate it:

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And You Human Being
Nikhil Parekh
Universe; yet it never ever said that the deserts which it metamorphosed into resplendent paradise;Rate it:

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Arsenal at Springfield, The
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
loud, amid the universal clamor, O'er distant deserts sounds the Tartar gong. I hear the FlorentinRate it:

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