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somethingdarker) wrote2011-02-02 06:29 pm
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Potential Titles: Naught
For naught their trumpets blown - C. E. de la Poer Beresford "Londonderry City Election, 1885"
Share grief to which all else is naught - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Love, I had not ever thought]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)
May cherish naught of earth - Mary Weston Fordham "For Who?"
An oath of towns that set the wild at naught - Robert Frost "The Line-Gang"
Lost inside the hole of naught - fahima ife "a night in which my spirit cowers"
Naught save the grim, grey pyramid - Edward Smyth Jones "The Sylvan Cabin"
Like a weed that grows to naught - Edna St Vincent Millay "The Suicide"
And morning's dawn awakened naught - Samuel D. Patterson "The Prayer of the Dying Girl" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]
Naught save the dark whip-poor-will is heard - Charles Constantine Pise "Summer Evening"
The wealth of owing naught to-day - James Whitcombe Riley "A Poor Man's Wealth"
Naught save the harsh sea and ice-cold wave - "The Seafarer" transl. from 'the early Anglo-Saxon' by Ezra Pound
Turns to naught the lilac's miracle - Muriel Stuart "The Father"
The pale Boreal Child sang to the soul of Naught - William Albert Sutliffe "Song of the Spirit of the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Naught is left of her renown - Katherine Tynan "The Riders"
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Share grief to which all else is naught - Christine de Pisan "Ballad [Love, I had not ever thought]" (transl. by Laurence Binyon and Eric Robert Dalrymple Maclagan)
May cherish naught of earth - Mary Weston Fordham "For Who?"
An oath of towns that set the wild at naught - Robert Frost "The Line-Gang"
Lost inside the hole of naught - fahima ife "a night in which my spirit cowers"
Naught save the grim, grey pyramid - Edward Smyth Jones "The Sylvan Cabin"
Like a weed that grows to naught - Edna St Vincent Millay "The Suicide"
And morning's dawn awakened naught - Samuel D. Patterson "The Prayer of the Dying Girl" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]
Naught save the dark whip-poor-will is heard - Charles Constantine Pise "Summer Evening"
The wealth of owing naught to-day - James Whitcombe Riley "A Poor Man's Wealth"
Naught save the harsh sea and ice-cold wave - "The Seafarer" transl. from 'the early Anglo-Saxon' by Ezra Pound
Turns to naught the lilac's miracle - Muriel Stuart "The Father"
The pale Boreal Child sang to the soul of Naught - William Albert Sutliffe "Song of the Spirit of the North" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]
Naught is left of her renown - Katherine Tynan "The Riders"
Navigation Links:
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