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Love Motives
Arthur Henry Adams
soft, white tread of a faint, cool cloud to my desolate sky it came; Like a moth it drifted away,Rate it:

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Love Nursed By Solitude. By W. I. Thomson, Edinburgh
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
air? Where the lip smiles while the heart's desolate, And courtesy lends its deep mask to hate; WhRate it:

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Love Songs
Harriet Monroe
to thy soul the song may tell The beauty of the desolate day. I love my life, but not too well. Rate it:

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Love Well The Hour
Edith Nesbit
well how dear you are: What if they left me desolate And plucked and set you for their star? SoRate it:

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Love's Light
Mario William Vitale
has lost humanities heaviest cost yet these are desolate times yet we settle for ill faded rhymes Rate it:

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Love's Shadows
Frederick George Scott
songs of birds entrance; No sunlight falls, and desolate and drear, As if harmonious with the lurkiRate it:

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Luther Benson
James Whitcomb Riley
in your agony. I see a happy home grow dark And desolate--the latest spark Of hope is passing in eRate it:

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Lyrics Of Love And Sorrow
Paul Laurence Dunbar
untrue, She shall not go drest in blue; Still my desolate love was brave, Unrobed let her go to herRate it:

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Majestically Tanned
Nikhil Parekh
was abhorrently tanned; by the rays of raunchily desolate and licentiously unworthy; indifference, Rate it:

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Marianne's Dream
Percy Bysshe Shelley
chasms, about and about, Between the peaks so desolate Of the drowning mountains, in and out, As thRate it:

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Maternal Grief
William Wordsworth
Mother, in her turns of anguish, worse Than desolate; for oft-times from the sound Of the survivor'Rate it:

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Michael The Archangel
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
in and fill The howling chambers of hearts desolate; With looks like thine, O Michael, strong andRate it:

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Midnight
Ada Cambridge
struggling men, the lonely maids unwed, The desolate mothers and the martyred wives, The starving lRate it:

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Mirth And Mourning
Anne Brontë
in sunshine bright? -- 'My heart may well be desolate, -- These tears may well arise WRate it:

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Molony’s Lament
William Makepeace Thackeray
shut up the Castle and Coort! Our desolate counthry of Oireland, They're bint, the blagyards, to dRate it:

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Monody On Henry Headley
William Lisle Bowles
man's fate, By fortune's storms left cold and desolate. Farewell! yet be this humble tribute paid TRate it:

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Monte Cassino. Terra Di Lavoro. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
vespers chimed, Below, the darkening town grew desolate. Well I remember the low arch and dark, TRate it:

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Moon-Struck
Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
hour that passionless bright face Climbs up the desolate blue. I will press down The lids on my tRate it:

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Mother and Poet
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
! consider, I pray, How we common mothers stand desolate, mark, Whose sons, not being Christs, diRate it:

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Mother's Treasures
Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
That she should be The friend of the poor and desolate? I do not ask they shall never tread WitRate it:

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Music
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
heart to find (too late) It might be left all desolate; To curse the dream-like life before, To Rate it:

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Music I Heard
Conrad Potter Aiken
than bread; Now that I am without you, all is desolate; All that was once so beautiful is dead. Rate it:

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My Baby
Nikhil Parekh
The stray dogs philandering through the desolate streets; perceived it to be a chunk of sumptuousRate it:

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My Broken Heart Needed
Nikhil Parekh
oligarchic magnificence, The broken shoe lying desolate in the attic needed a cobbler to mend it;Rate it:

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My Father's Halls
James Whitcomb Riley
My father's halls, so rich and rare, Are desolate and bleak and bare; My father's heart and halls are one, Since I, their life and light, am gone. ...Rate it:

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