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If Ever I Had The Privilege
Nikhil Parekh
conglomerate of clouds in the sky; possessing a tinge of hideous black, I would make sure that I rRate it:

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Immaculate Tie
Nikhil Parekh
on my persona since decades; providing me that tinge of sophistication that I had perennially desirRate it:

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In a Southern Garden
Dorothea Mackeller
the wall, Dark-heaving, with a dim uncanny tinge Of a green as pale as beryls, like the stRate it:

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J'aime le souvenir de ces époques nues (I Love The Naked Ages Long Ago)
Charles Baudelaire
naked epochs Whose statues Phoebus liked to tinge with gold. At that time men and women, lithe and Rate it:

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Just Listening To My Beats
Nikhil Parekh
enveloping my soul; by just the capricious tinge of poignant scarlet; on my impoverished cheeks, Rate it:

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Kill The Smoke. Stamp The Cigarette. Quit Smoking Forever.
Nikhil Parekh
pore of your skin; with its despairingly hideous tinges of cancerous yellow, Before it metamorphoRate it:

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Kneeling With Herrick
James Whitcomb Riley
dogs that guard my hearth And household worth: Tinge with the ember's ruddy glow The rafters low; ARate it:

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Langdale Pikes
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
stream, See the flag-flowers bright and blue, Tinge the small waves with their hue; Azure, like a mRate it:

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Liminary
Christopher John Brennan
swell the exultant heart of day, our love shall tinge the rose of sky and sea. And we shall know Rate it:

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Magical Palm
Nikhil Parekh
curved thumb, a sign of flexibility, blazing tinge's of red, demonstrating radiant health, sacredRate it:

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Maid Of Athens, Ere We Part
George Gordon Lord Byron
jetty fringe Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge; By those wild eyes like the roe, Zoë mou, sas aRate it:

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Mountaineer-Song
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
the soft blushes of the sky, With roseate lustre tinge the snows; I lead my flocks, I leave my homeRate it:

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My Mind
Nikhil Parekh
liquid of complexity, knocking the healthy blue tinge away, in that varied shocking manner, fromRate it:

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Nearing Port
Mary Hannay Foott
the westward that surely is not cloud; A green tinge in the waters; a clamorous bird-crowd; Then faRate it:

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Old Pictures In Florence
Robert Browning
each scrap should clutch the brick, Each tinge not wholly escape the plaster, ---A lion who dies Rate it:

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Pan and Luna
Robert Browning
one forefather ram, though pure as chalk From tinge on fleece, should still display a tongue BlacRate it:

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Peruvian Tales: Alzira, Tale I
Helen Maria Williams
shrub! Ah, not in vain Thy rosy blossoms tinge PERUVIA'S plain; Ye fost'ring gales around those bloRate it:

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Piccolo Valzer Viennese
Federico García Lorca
e gli echi. C'è una morte per pianoforte che tinge d'azzurro i giovanotti. Ci sono mendichi sui tRate it:

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Please Come soon
Nikhil Parekh
down my rubicund cheeks; inundating them with a tinge more voluptuous than the supremely redolent rRate it:

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Please Save The Planet
Nikhil Parekh
I have never witnessed that ominously orange tinge in the sky before; the wave of untamed anger lRate it:

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Preference
Charlotte Brontë
colour To my forehead­to my cheek ? Canst thou tinge their tranquil pallor With one flattering, fevRate it:

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Punch Song (To be sung in the Northern Countries)
Friedrich Schiller
On our zone the sunbeams shoot; They can only tinge the foliage, But they ripen ne'er the fruit. Rate it:

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Queen Mab: Part I.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
fibrous cloud, That catches but the palest tinge of even, And which the straining eye can hardly seRate it:

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Queen Mab: Part IV.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
stainless that their white and glittering spires Tinge not the moon's pure beam; yon castled steep Rate it:

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Rokeby: Canto III.
Sir Walter Scott
knew the sun and wind, Nor boasted, from their tinge when free, The charm of regularity; But eveRate it:

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