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You And Nightingale (Bulbul)
Ehsan Sehgal
a nightingale The prisoner Of your love cage Singing the songs Of passion for you.Rate it:

(5.00 / 4 votes)
You Defeated Yourself
Ehsan Sehgal
dancing Flying Everywhere for everyone My singing heart Making music with the heartbeat The storminRate it:

(5.00 / 3 votes)
You Say I Am into Your Heart
Sayeed Abubakar
on its bough in your sleep and waking I start singing sweet love-song now; and then you ask me, howRate it:

(5.00 / 2 votes)
Anna Akhmatova
eyes happily looking at him Her beautiful voice singing softly: O, weren't you kissing me, Jacob, wRate it:

(4.50 / 2 votes)
A Birthday
Christina Georgina Rossetti
My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My hear...Rate it:

(4.25 / 4 votes)
A Dark Despair..
Jesus Penaranda
that blocks the view into her eyes. You hear her singing clear her song of dying dark despair.. JPeRate it:

(4.17 / 6 votes)
sequacious lores Festive in dance whilst singing in appreciation to an 'animystical' force As the Rate it:

(4.14 / 7 votes)
A Busy Man
Robert William Service
roving, Up on my toes and fighting fit; So busy singing, laughing, loving, I've never had the time Rate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
A Christmas Carol
George Wither
with their wassail bowls About the streets are singing, The boys are come to catch the owls, The wiRate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
An Exile's Death
Victor Marie Hugo
tools and cares all cheerily stowing, Singing brave songs which bless or ban, Cap jaunty on brow, bRate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin Speeches Ended, The English Thus Began
John Milton
to the Room where thou didst lie; And sweetly singing round about thy Bed Strew all their blessingsRate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
Blind From My Birth
Christina Georgina Rossetti
sit on earth All dark. Hark! hark! A lark is singing. His notes are all for me, For me his mirRate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
Bronze Trumpets and Sea Water - On Turning Latin into English
Elinor Morton Wylie
Shall magic turn this bronze that sings To singing water in a sieve. The trumpets of Cæsar's guaRate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
George Essex Evans
true to the breath that fills The heart of her singing valleys, the heights of her storm-crowned hiRate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
Dover To Munich
Charles Stuart Calverley
the vine her lithe arms stretches O'er peasants singing catches - And you'll make no end of sketcheRate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
Philip Larkin
sadness also. As they wend away A voice is heard singing Of Kitty, or Katy, As if the name meant onRate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
Flower-De-Luce: Christmas Bells
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
on earth, good-will to men! Till, ringing, singing on its way, The world revolved from night to daRate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
Alice Guerin Crist
sound From jubilant creeks long fed with rain, Singing of drought and travail past And a bounteous Rate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
Alan Parry-Booth
Tem”, was what they said But no-one felt like singing The atmosphere was dead. The young men left Rate it:

(4.00 / 7 votes)
In Bondage
Claude McKay
years of understanding-- Somewhere I would be singing, far away. For life is greater than the thoRate it:

(4.00 / 3 votes)
In my craft or sullen art
Dylan Thomas
all their griefs in their arms, I labour by singing light Not for ambition or bread Or the strut anRate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
Harriet Monroe
waves roll and rail. Ho!—madcap Spring comes singing On frosty Winter's trail! Rate it:

(4.00 / 3 votes)
Margaritae Sorori
William Ernest Henley
My wages taken, and in my heart Some late lark singing, Let me be gather'd to the quiet west, TRate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
My Lady Is Compared To A Young Tree
Vachel Lindsay
With the youngest woodland sapling Swaying, singing in the wind, Delicate and white: Soul so near Rate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
Now Close The Windows
Robert Frost
trees must, let them silently toss; No bird is singing now, and if there is, Be it my loss. It wilRate it:

(4.00 / 3 votes)

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