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Where Is My Ruined Life ?
by Shams al-Din Hafiz Shirazi
WHERE is my ruined life, and where the fame
Of noble deeds?
Where Is She?
by Peter Cherches
Where is she, I wondered, when she wasn't there.
If she's not here she could be anywhere. She could be
Where Is The Peacock's Throne
by Kazi Nazrul Islam
'Where is the Peacock's Throne,
And where the Ruling Role? '
Where Is The Real Non-Resistant
by Vachel Lindsay
(Matthew V, 38-48.)
Who can surrender to Christ, dividing his best with the stranger,
Where Is The Slave
by Thomas Moore
Oh, where's the slave so lowly,
Condemn'd to chains unholy,
Where Is The Truth?
by Sri Chinmoy Ghose
O Lord, where is the Truth?
'Where your Beloved is.'
Where It Was At Back Then
by Anne Sexton
last night I dreamt
Where Leaps The Ste. Marie
by Emily Pauline Johnson
What dream you in the night-time
Where Lies The Land To Which The Ship Would Go?
by Arthur Hugh Clough
Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know.
Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go?
by William Wordsworth
WHERE lies the Land to which yon Ship must go?
Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day,
Where Most My Thoughts
by John Wilbye
Where most my thoughts, there least mine eye is striking;
Where least I come, there most my heart abideth;
Where My Books Go
by William Butler Yeats
All the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Where My Sight Goes
by Yvor Winters
Where my sight goes,
Where Once The Waters Of Your Face
by Dylan Thomas
Where once the waters of your face
Spun to my screws, your dry ghost blows,
Where Perfumed Rivers Flow
by Shiv Kumar Batalvi
Where perfumed rivers flow,
Is the home of my beloved.
Where Shadow Chases Light
by Rabindranath Tagore
This is my delight,
thus to wait and watch at the wayside
Where Shall I Find Thee?
by Yehudah HaLevi
O Lord, where shall I find Thee?
All-hidden and exalted is Thy place;
Where Shall The Lover Rest
by Sir Walter Scott
Where shall the lover rest
Whom the fates sever
Where Shall We Land
by James Whitcomb Riley
'_Where shall we land you, sweet_?'--Swinburne.
All listlessly we float
Where She Told Her Love
by John Clare
I saw her crop a rose
Right early in the day,
Where Ships Of Purple—gently Toss
by Emily Dickinson
Where Ships of Purple—gently toss—
Where Sings The Whippoorwill
by Alma Frances McCollum
Golden-Gray the twilight lingers
In the glory of the west,
Where Spring, The Lord Of The Seasons
Where Spring, the lord of the seasons, reigneth,
there the Unstruck Music sounds of itself,
Where The Battle Passed
by Madison Julius Cawein
ONE blossoming rose-tree, like a beautiful thought
Nursed in a broken mind, that waits and schemes,
Where The Bee Sucks (from The Tempest)
by William Shakespeare
WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;