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Xvii Elizabeth Barrett Browning	My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes God set between his After and Before, And strike up and strike off the general roar Of the rushing worlds...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Louis XVII (King Louis XVII) Victor Marie Hugo	Capet, éveille-toi ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XVII: His Mother Dear Cupid Sir Philip Sidney	His mother dear Cupid offended late, Because that Mars grown slacker in her love, With pricking shot he did not throughly more To keep the pace of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XVII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	I touched that knee. She did not show surprise, And the earth had not opened at our feet. She did not even laugh. Her foolish eyes Twinkled a moment...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XVII. Composed On A Journey Homeward; The Author Having Received Intelligence Of The Birth Of A Son Samuel Taylor Coleridge	Oft o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll Which makes the present (while the flash dost last) Seem a mere semblance of some unknown past, Mixed...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XVII: Why Should I Sing in Verse Samuel Daniel	Why should I sing in verse, why should I frame These sad neglected notes for her dear sake? Why should I offer up onto her name The sweetest...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy XVII. He Indulges the Suggestions of Spleen.-- An Elegy to the Winds William Shenstone	AEole! namque tibi divÃ»m Pater atque hominum rex, Et mulcere dedit mentes et tollere vento. ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Love Sonnet XVII Zora Bernice May Cross	Beloved, lest I should remember, I Must swift forget the wonder of last night. Hot memory would but blacken out my sight And dull my senses till they...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode XVII: On A Sermon Against Glory Mark Akenside	I. Come then, tell me, sage divine, Is it an offence to own That our bosoms e'er incline Toward immortal glory's throne? For with me nor pomp,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Song of the Wave XVII Khalil Gibran	The strong shore is my beloved And I am his sweetheart. We are at last united by love, and Then the moon draws me from him. I go to him in haste...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Self-Knowledge XVII Khalil Gibran	And a man said, "Speak to us of Self-Knowledge." And he answered, saying: Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hymn XVII: Jesus, From Whom All Blessings Grow John Wesley	Jesus, from whom all blessings flow, Great builder of thy church below, If now thy Spirit moves my breast, Hear, and fulfil thine own...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XVII. Happy Is England John Keats	Happy is England! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Holy Sonnet XVII: Since She Whom I Loved John Donne	Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt To Nature, and to hers, and my good is dead, And her soul early into heaven ravished, Wholly on...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XVII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Nor yet in vain. For to him through the rout Behold, 'mid herald whispers of her name And laughing eyes and welcome hands held out, Natalia's self...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XVII. -- King Svend Of The Forked Beard Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Loudly the sailors cheered Svend of the Forked Beard, As with his fleet he steered Southward to Vendland; Where with their courses hauled All were...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XVII Benjamin Brantley	Forbidden was the face of desire Two eyes peering dreamily into space One by whose gaze, mine heart didst inquire Has true love become thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Borough. Letter XVII: The Hospital And George Crabbe	Govenors AN ardent spirit dwells with Christian love, The eagle's vigour in the pitying dove; 'Tis not enough that we with sorrow sigh, That we the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tale XVII George Crabbe	RESENTMENT....	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XVII: My Poet, Thou Canst Touch Elizabeth Barrett Browning	My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes God set between his After and Before, And strike up and strike off the general roar Of the rushing worlds...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XVII Elizabeth Barrett Browning	My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes God set between his After and Before, And strike up and strike off the general roar Of the rushing worlds...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XVII Edmund Spenser	THe glorious portraict of that Angels face, Made to amaze weake mens confused skil: and this worlds worthlesse glory to embase, what pen, what...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XVII: Beauty's Pageant Dante Gabriel Rossetti	What dawn-pulse at the heart of heaven, or last Incarnate flower of culminating day,— What marshalled marvels on the skirts of May, Or song...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XVII. From The Thirteenth Cantata Of Metastasio Charlotte Smith	ON thy grey bark, in witness of my flame, I carve Miranda's cypher--Beauteous tree! Graced with the lovely letters of her name, Henceforth be sacred...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hymn XVII: Jesus, From Whom All Blessings Grow Charles Wesley	Jesus, from whom all blessings flow, Great builder of thy church below, If now thy Spirit moves my breast, Hear, and fulfil thine own...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)