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Song Of A Mad Girl, Whose Lover Has Died At Sea Sydney Thompson Dobell	Under the green white blue of this and that and the other, That and the other, and that and the other, for ever and ever, Under the up and down and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 52: So am I as the rich whose blessèd key William Shakespeare	So am I as the rich whose blessèd key Can bring him to his sweet up-lockèd treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Sonnet 77: Those Looks, Whose Beams Be Joy Sir Philip Sidney	That face, whose lecture shows what perfect beauty is: That presence, which doth give dark hearts a living light: ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet III. O Thou, whose stern command and precepts pure... William Lisle Bowles	O THOU, whose stern command and precepts pure (Tho' agony in every vein should start, And slowly drain the blood-drops from the heart) Have bade...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Spirit Whose Work Is Done Walt Whitman	SPIRIT whose work is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Knight Whose Armour Didn't Squeak Alan Alexander Milne	Of all the Knights in Appledore The wisest was Sir Thomas Tom. He multiplied as far as four, And knew what nine was taken from To make eleven. He...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Man Whose Pharynx Was Bad Wallace Stevens	The time of year has grown indifferent. Mildew of summer and the deepening snow Are both alike in the routine I know: I am too dumbly in my being...	Rate it (1.00 / 1 vote)
The Tree Whose Only Gift Is Shade James Kirkpatrick	Nodding man whose patience is The aching limb that bleeds Severed from its tree Find a light Faint flickering Then give that light to me ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Warden Whose Name is Depression Charena Hylton	When the warden whose name is Depression Makes a prison of your mind And the walls are barred all around you Mirroring all you've left behind ...	Rate it (4.33 / 3 votes)
The Woman Whose Skin Washed Yellow Hina Qidwai	It was jaundice that killed her, said father, from drinking contaminated water in July, when the heat was worst. Now she lay cold on a block on ice...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
There was a Young Lady Whose Eyes Edward Lear	There was a young lady whose eyes, were unique as to colour and size; When she opened them wide, people all turned aside, and started away in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
There Was an Old Lady Whose Folly Edward Lear	There was an Old Lady whose folly Induced her to sit in a holly: Whereupon by a thorn Her dress being torn, She quickly became...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing William Butler Yeats	NOW all the truth is out, Be secret and take defeat From any brazen throat, For how can you compete, Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Her Whose Name Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	With its sweet sibilant sound like sudden showers Splashing the grass and flowers, Hath set my April heart...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Whose are the little beds, I asked Emily Dickinson	Whose are the little beds, I asked Which in the valleys...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Whose Blame? Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	'A woman's work is never done,' Said she. 'From dawn to setting of the sun,' Said she. 'I toil and moil and work and slave, And do my best to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Whose Blood Kurt Philip Behm	Whose...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Whose Business? Olukunle Olafare	Worker: The new hire has been coughing hard so, he even spits blood his house is awashed with July flood just a few hours is all he...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Whose Chair Is This? Sandra Meadows	Sitting on the threshold of glee. This well constructed chair hasn't a care. Bouncing back and forth it is centered on peace. Love they must have...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Whose cheek is this? Emily Dickinson	Whose cheek is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Whose Face Is This? Jeffrey Powell	I want to remember you the same way you used to be. But what’s frightening and scary is soon you won't know me. The person you’re becoming is...	Rate it (5.00 / 2 votes)
Whose Fruit Are We Jamal Upshaw	Whose fruit are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Whose Key Kurt Philip Behm	My Grandfather was a Poet, my Father was a thief Their spirits fight to own my soul —my Son in cradle...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Whose Look Deceives... Kurt Philip Behm	Dogs obey, Cats defer, the difference something grand Loyalty wags its loving tail —as purring hides the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Whose Reality John Prophet	Whose ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)