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Krzysztof Bolesta

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A Defence Of English Spring Alfred Austin	The boles are brown, the branches gray, Yet green buds live on every...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Dilettante Augusta Davies Webster	elm-trunks barred with gold, and ruddy pine-boles, where the slumbrous beams have slipped through the translucent leafy net to break the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Gallop of Fire Marie E J Pitt	Where the boles to the axe have rung, Tho' they fly the foreman as flies the swallow, The fierce red horses,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A-Roving Victor James Daley	On the boles of grey, old trees, See the flying sunbeams play Mystic, soundless melodies— A...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Address To The Flag Hanford Lennox Gordon	A million torches fire thy blasted boles; A million hands shall drag thy fibers out And feed the fires till every root and branch Lie...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
April John Greenleaf Whittier	Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bluebird John Burroughs	And buckets shine on sturdy boles, The forest folk peep from their holes, And work is play from sun to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Borderland Henry Lawson	"shining rivers" (walled by cliffs and forest...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bush Goblins Henry Mackenzie Green	For us gnarled boughs and massive boles o’ershade, And tall bulrushes guard us with green spears From the grim noon; our dewy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Camped By The Creek Henry Kendall	and tree-hollow Gleamed out thro' the forest-boles stark; And ever a hurry would follow Of fugitive feet in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Cleanness Anonymous Americas	'For my boles & my borez arn bayted & slayne, & my fedde foulez fatted with scla3t, My polyle þat...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Contrast Robinson Jeffers	are only a shrubbery about the boles of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Eureka Henry Lawson	of digger-life; The clatter of the windlass-boles, as spinning round they go, And then the signal to his mate, the digger's cry, "Below!" From many...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Flight Rupert Brooke	sight. I trod as quiet as the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Arthur's House William Morris	About their high boles straight and green: A fount was new-born there-between, And running on as clear as glass,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
La Fraisne Ezra Pound	I have curled 'mid the boles of the ash wood, I have hidden my face where the oak Spread his leaves over me, and the yoke...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Lavender Pond Cicely Fox Smith	Sawn from the boles that once did stand Rank on rank in a virgin land, Where the cougar prowls through the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Northward Katharine Lee Bates	elight, But the truant heart flies forth To birch-boles glistening more than white In the forests of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Pelleas And Ettarre Alfred Lord Tennyson	And glancing through the hoary boles, he saw, Strange as to some old prophet might have seemed A vision hovering on a sea of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Peter Simson's Farm Edward George Dyson	creek, whose tiny streams slid o’er the sunken boles To their secret, silent meetings in the shaded waterholes, Soon a garden flourished...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Primroses Alfred Austin	Snugly nestling round the boles Of the cut-down chestnut poles, When December's tottering tread Rustled 'mong the deep...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Saint Romualdo Emma Lazarus	Between the slim boles, when I heard the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Seascape (Marine) Arthur Rimbaud	Toward the pillars of the forest,-- Toward the boles of the jetty, Against whose edge whirlwinds of light...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Bush Fire Charles Harpur	From those dry boles where still the dead bark clings And from their multifarious mass above Of leafless...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Creek of the Four Graves [Late Version] Charles Harpur	circling forest trees, Their foremost boles carved from a crowded mass Less visible by the watch-fire’s bladed gleams That ran far out in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)