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My Heart Is In The East
Yehudah HaLevi
precious in mine eyes to behold the dust of the desolate sanctuary. Translated by Nina Salaman Rate it:

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My Land and I
Henry Lawson
from the land where the sunset dies, By the desolate lonely shed, With the smile of faith in yourRate it:

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My Library
Robert William Service
* * My library is noble planned, Yet in it desolate I stand; And though my thousand books I pRate it:

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My Mortal Friend's Birthday.
Nikhil Parekh
the entire battlefield lying otherwise sordid; desolate; decrepit and dry, The moment beckoned forRate it:

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My November Guest
Robert Frost
grey Is silver now with clinging mist. The desolate, deserted trees, The faded earth, the heavy skRate it:

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New Space
Kurt Philip Behm
It’s those desolate interludes, that create the new space For our souls to exhale, —and our dreams to escape (Villanova Pennsylvania: November,...Rate it:

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Night-Scene in Genoa
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
and far-transmitted hate Hath made your country desolate; Now by the love ye bear her name, By thatRate it:

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Nineteen Hundred And Nineteen
William Butler Yeats
mar our solitude. The swan has leaped into the desolate heaven: That image can bring wildness, brinRate it:

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No End-Products
Nikhil Parekh
of monotonously decrepit commercialism; was the desolate web of abhorrently disdainful and lethallyRate it:

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Noble Sisters
Christina Georgina Rossetti
to uproot the wrong, Come home across the desolate sea To woo me for his wife? And in his heart myRate it:

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Not Unto Endless Dark
William Wilfred Campbell
holds the human heart, And love laughs down the desolate dusks of death. Rate it:

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Nothing Formed In Vain
James Thomson
perfection, to the brink Of dreary nothing, desolate abyss! From which astonish'd thought, recoilinRate it:

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Robert Nichols
fatigue, and cold. Oozed from the bracken's desolate track, By dark rains havocked and drenched blRate it:

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O! Immortal beloved.
Nikhil Parekh
amongst the piles of lifeless crabs and desolate sand, My godly salutations to you O! Effulgent BRate it:

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O, Pity The Slave Mother
Anonymous Americas
aggression- She must weep as she treads on her desolate way. O, slave mother, hope! see-the nationRate it:

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Arthur Clement Hilton
curling free, as a creeper That creeps in a desolate place, To enroll and envelop the sleeper Rate it:

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Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy
by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom thRate it:

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Ode To Autumn
Lord Alfred Douglas
that fly all night Before the stormy moon, thy desolate moans, All thy decays and rusts, Thy deathsRate it:

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Ode to Naples
Percy Bysshe Shelley
impious gawd, rend Error veil by veil; O’er Ruin desolate, O’er Falsehood’s fallen state, Sit thouRate it:

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Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte
George Gordon Lord Byron
be The madness of thy memory! V. The Desolator desolate! The Victor overthrown! The Arbiter of othRate it:

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Oh! Weep For Those
George Gordon Lord Byron
that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream, Weep for the harp ofRate it:

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Oh, Tell Me, Ye Breezes
Henry Kendall
ye’ve traversed the wild, And passed o’er the desolate spot, Where reposeth in silence sweet NatureRate it:

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On A Summer’s Day
Hayyim Nahman Bialik
roof leaks and there’s moth in the heart and the desolate world sinks, sullen, in mire, then mercifRate it:

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On the Sea
John Keats
It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves th...Rate it:

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One With The Ruined Sunset
William Ernest Henley
walks them as its own, These dreary and desolate reaches . . . But O, that it walked alone! Rate it:

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