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SURVIVING Ken Bartlett	song, bathing us with an orange glow on brows beaded in sweat and sinews aching...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Ode To A Nightingale John Keats	With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink,...	Rate it (3.50 / 2 votes)
A Caged Mocking-Bird John Charles McNeill	His captor sits, with beaded face and grim, Plying a listless awl, as in a dream Of pastures winding by a shady...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Darker Lady Paul Judges	and fingers and a shiver in the beaded trees - as night plummets, the deeper freeze; few will be happy to sense the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock Wallace Stevens	None of them are strange, With socks of lace And beaded...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Florilegium Alfred Austin	the rose, Holly-berries warm in snow, Amber-beaded misletoe, Everything the waning year Spares, that I may bring you,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Girl's Autumn Reverie Ella Wheeler Wilcox	The beaded draught we lightly quaffed, And filled the glass...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Legend Of Buckingham Village. Margaret Dixon McDougall	The spray of the silent river, Is cold beaded on his brow, For Jordan's billowy swellings Are bearing him onward now He is floating...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A life in living without you Ravi Kant	That give me troubles Take away those diamond beaded ring I have moulded for me For, I shall need your heart in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A little Humour Norman Wilson	Her platinum hair was beaded in the colour red Now my poor old grandmother of eighty is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Lover's Complaint William Shakespeare	Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet, Which one by one she in a river threw, Upon whose weeping margent she was...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A November Wood-Walk. Kate Seymour Maclean	Weaving their beaded filaments...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Photograph John Charles McNeill	Of curving throat, too sweet for beaded band, It seems as if some wizard's magic wand Had wrought thee for the love of all the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Summer Day Lucy Maud Montgomery	The silken, beaded gossamers; In the wide valleys, lone and fair, Lyrics are piped from limpid air, And,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Summer Pilgrimage John Greenleaf Whittier	Touching the hill-tops, as a nun Her beaded rosary, sinks the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Always in the Dirty South Anthony J. Mungin	. Hovels, seldom slanted right so black mammas—beaded sweat rolling down there backs—can pray catch ‘a pardoning...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Among The Timothy Archibald Lampman	Nor sharp athirst had drunk the beaded dew, A reaper came, and swung his cradled scythe Around this stump, and, shearing slowly, drew...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
April. Nathaniel Parker Willis	Falls in the beaded drops of summer...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
As The Troops Went Through Edward George Dyson	A mother wept on her beaded knees For sons gone out to the long war's end; But more than mother or man wept I Who had...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bacchanalian Victor James Daley	When in my goblet, blithe and gay, The beaded bubbles wink, For all poor souls like this I pray That they may learn to drink, And, like a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bronx Joseph Rodman Drake	Shone like a fairy crown, enchased and beaded, Left on some morn, when light flashed in their eyes...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bronx. Joseph Rodman Drake	Shone like a fairy crown, enchased and beaded, Left on some morn, when light flashed in their eyes...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Charades Charles Stuart Calverley	And the gossamers are twinkling star-like in the beaded grass; When the mountain-bee is sipping fragrance from the bluebell's lip, And the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Cry Of The Flute Kurt Philip Behm	in tomorrow tears roll like silver lace beaded swans Chasteness wanton, timestamped forever music absolving —calling beyond ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock Wallace Stevens	None of them are strange, With socks of lace And beaded...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)