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Hymn to Intellectual Beauty
Percy Bysshe Shelley
state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate? Ask why the sunlight not for ever Weaves rRate it:

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Hyperion
John Keats
the front of Saturn? Who had power To make me desolate? Whence came the strength? How was it nurturRate it:

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Hyperion. Book I
John Keats
the front of Saturn? Who had power To make me desolate? Whence came the strength? How was it nurturRate it:

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I Felt good
Nikhil Parekh
felt good when marooned without aid on an desolate island, leading life in solitary calm, catchingRate it:

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

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I Shall Never Love the Snow Again
Robert Seymour Bridges
drift it blocked the lane, And sheeted in a desolate plain The country side. The trees with silverRate it:

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I Wasn't prepared
Nikhil Parekh
staggering like a worthless urchin on the desolate streets; with only insidiously parasitic mosquitRate it:

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I Wrung My Hands
Anna Akhmatova
He went out, reeling; his mouth was twisted, desolate. . . I ran downstairs, not touching the banisRate it:

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I'd Keep Loving You; Till The End Of This Life
Nikhil Parekh
fraction of his Universe's beauty on the desolate canvas of your heart; till the time he destined yRate it:

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Icy Death
Nikhil Parekh
bear, finally reaches lonely stretch of desolate road, breaking into scattered mass of icy platelRate it:

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Identity
Thomas Bailey Aldrich
SOMEWHERE--in desolate wind-swept space-- In Twilight-land--in No-man's land-- Two hurrying Shapes met face to face, And bade each other stand. ...Rate it:

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If Anyone Tried To Steal Her
Nikhil Parekh
of plain glass being ruthlessly kicked on the desolate streets; but mind you I had the overwhelmingRate it:

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Images
Richard Aldington
You, O exquisite one, Have entered into my desolate city. II The blue smoke leaps Like swirliRate it:

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Impatience
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
eyes shall shine Upon my world that seems so desolate? Until your hand-clasp warms my blood like Rate it:

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In Ampezzo
Trumbull Stickney
Ravine and edges, stand the gray and maron Desolate Dolomites,-- And older than decay from the Rate it:

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In Memory Of Douglas Vernon Cow
Muriel Stuart
profound for tears Is the high memory that the desolate heart Shrines and is dumb, yet may for everRate it:

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In Memory of Major Robert Gregory
William Butler Yeats
nightfall upon certain set apart In a most desolate stony place, Towards nightfall upon a race PRate it:

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In Memoryt Of Saretta Deakin
Edith Nesbit
not with time went by. And still we wander desolate about The poor changed house, the garden and tRate it:

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In The Dusky Path Of A Dream
Rabindranath Tagore
a former life. Her house stood at the end of a desolate street. In the evening breeze her pet peacRate it:

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In the Greenest of our Valleys
Edgar Allan Poe
never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And, round about his home, tRate it:

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In The Harbour: Sundown
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
death, and love and hate, Homes made happy or desolate, Hearts made sad or gay! On the road of liRate it:

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In The Moment
Mario William Vitale
chance at which to roll the dice these are desolate times yet we often settle for ill but faded rhyRate it:

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Inheritance
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
DESOLATE strange sleep and wild Came on me while yet a child; I, before I tasted tears, Knew the grief of all the years. I, before I fronted pain,...Rate it:

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Inscription 06 - For A Monument In The New Forest
Robert Southey
their poor and peaceful homes expel, Unfriended, desolate, and shelterless, The habitants of all thRate it:

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Insomnia
James Thomson
number Of sands that are its minutes on my desolate track. And so I went, the last, to my dreaRate it:

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