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Fingal - Book I
James Macpherson
have increased the foe. It is Fingal, king of deserts, with aid to green Erin of streams." — "I behRate it:

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Fiordispina
Percy Bysshe Shelley
goes wandering here and there Through the wide deserts of Elysian air? The violet dies not till it’Rate it:

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For I Must Sing of All I Feel and Know
James Thomson
to its sway. For I must sing: of mountains, deserts, seas, Of rivers ever flowing, ever flowing;Rate it:

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For You
James Whitcomb Riley
I not forget for you? I could forget the just deserts Of mine own sins, and so erase The tear thatRate it:

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From The Devil's Perspective
Nikhil Parekh
If you viewed the majestic deserts from the forlornly turgid cloud's perspective; they'd seem to be nothing else; but impoverished beggars rotting ...Rate it:

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Go, lovely rose!
Edmund Waller
have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommRate it:

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God Loves all
Nikhil Parekh
rain; on the soil of the horrifically scorching deserts, As much as he loved the impeccably fair;Rate it:

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Haverhill
John Greenleaf Whittier
ambuscade, The winter march, through deserts wild, Of captive mother, wife, and child. Ah! bleedinRate it:

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Heccar and Gaira
Thomas Chatterton
tempests bowl along the sky, Where rising deserts whirl'd in circles fly. Heccar. Gaira, 'tis Rate it:

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Holy Marriage
Nikhil Parekh
Every camel gallivanting languidly through the deserts; was accompanied by its obnoxious yet deleRate it:

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Holy Willie's Prayer
Robert Burns
Thou lift it. Lord, mind Gaw'n Hamilton's deserts; He drinks, an' swears, an' plays at cartes, Rate it:

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Hope, An Allegorical Sketch
William Lisle Bowles
who many days Hath journeyed 'mid Arabian deserts still, A dreary solitude far on surveys, And met,Rate it:

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How Could You Ever Dream
Nikhil Parekh
landscapes of the overwhelmingly enamoring deserts? Can you ever dream of comparing the preposterRate it:

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Hymn 10
Isaac Watts
employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy. The Lord makes bare his arm ThRate it:

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Hymn 137
Isaac Watts
wand'ring feet to heav'n. Not for our duties or deserts, But of his own abounding grace, He works Rate it:

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I Loved Them More
Nikhil Parekh
But I loved them more than what the sweltering deserts could ever have loved; pricelessly resplendRate it:

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I Missed you
Nikhil Parekh
I missed you like; the scorched deserts miss inevitable droplets of rain, I missed you like; the innocuous orphans profoundly missed their parent...Rate it:

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I Needed To Die
Nikhil Parekh
I needed to traverse through the blistering deserts; bear the brunt of disdainful sands right on mRate it:

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I Wanted To Die With You
Nikhil Parekh
all day, I wanted to walk with you through the deserts; with the golden sands weaving enchanting Rate it:

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I Will Always Be There With You.
Nikhil Parekh
Herculean strength, In acridly sweltering deserts; as well as oceans of perennial harmony blossomRate it:

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I'll never love Thee more
James Graham
He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the toucRate it:

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I've Heard the Rushing
James Clerk Maxwell
on their way. Now no more weary we faint in deserts dreary, Toiling alone till the closing of the Rate it:

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If Anyone Tried To Steal Her
Nikhil Parekh
become the viciously circulating cyclone of the deserts; if anyone tried to forcefully blow his satRate it:

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If I Were An Immortal Heartbeat
Nikhil Parekh
the insatiable agony of the uncouthly blistering deserts; enveloping pathetically aggrieved entitieRate it:

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In Imitation of E. of Rochester : On Silence
Alexander Pope
arose, thy most abusive foe. V. But rebel Wit deserts thee oft' in vain; Lost in the maze of wordRate it:

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