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O God! who by Thy prophet's hand
Didst smite the rocky brake,
Whence water came, at Thy command,
Thy people's thirst to slake;
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by Charles Dickens
at 2008-04-05 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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How beautiful at eventide
To see the twilight shadows pale,
Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide,
O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale!
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by Charles Dickens
at 2008-04-05 |
Rating: 3.43
Votes: 7 |
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Brave lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one,
A few feet of cold earth, when life is done;
A stone at the head, a stone at the feet;
A rich, juicy meal for the worms to eat;
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by Charles Dickens
at 2008-04-03 |
Rating: 4.40
Votes: 5 |
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Brave lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one,
A few feet of cold earth, when life is done;
A stone at the head, a stone at the feet;
A rich, juicy meal for the worms to eat;
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by Charles Dickens
at 2008-04-02 |
Rating: 2.00
Votes: 2 |
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Hear my prayer, O heavenly Father,
Ere I lay me down to sleep;
Bid Thy angels, pure and holy,
Round my bed their vigil keep.
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by Charles Dickens
at 2008-04-02 |
Rating: 4.00
Votes: 3 |
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Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
How like the hopes of childhood's day,
Thick clust'ring on the bough!
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by Charles Dickens
at 2008-04-01 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 4 |
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The wind blew high, the waters raved,
A ship drove on the land,
A hundred human creatures saved
Kneel'd down upon the sand.
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by Charles Dickens
at 2008-04-01 |
Rating: 3.86
Votes: 7 |
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OH, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
That creepeth oer ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals I ween,
In his cell so lone and cold.
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by Charles Dickens
at 2008-01-21 |
Rating: 3.00
Votes: 4 |
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The child and the old man sat alone
In the quiet, peaceful shade
Of the old green boughs, that had richly grown
In the deep, thick forest glade.
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by Charles Dickens
at 2008-01-21 |
Rating: 4.00
Votes: 3 |
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