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An Unwritten Tragedy Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	And, while he lay And summer winds were drowsing in his ears, The river of his love went rippling...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
A poem can win me 5000 bucks Matthew Micheal Vos	Am I drowsing away, dreaming about a better...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
After Apple Picking Robert Frost	The scent of apples; I am drowsing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bee-Master Victoria Sackville-West	See the kind cattle drowsing in the shade, And hear the bee about his amorous trade Brown in the gipsy crimson of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Beginning Kevin Marston	Late nights of drowsing time spent in thoughts of the other And knowing That it's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bianca Arthur Symons	What drowsing heats of sense, desire Longing and languorous, the fire Of what white ashes, subtly mesh...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
By The Fire Aldous Leonard Huxley	While we sit drowsing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Christmas Morning Eugene Field	O'er dreaming land and drowsing deep, And coming with the morning light, They called, my child, to you...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dawn Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	By the pool's mirrored brim The drowsing daisies open one by one: 'Wake, brothers,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Down Stream Lucy Maud Montgomery	As we sweep past drowsing hamlets, still feathered by dreams of slumber, And leave behind us the shadows that fell with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dream-Love Dante Gabriel Rossetti	Till summer days are gone, - Dreaming and drowsing Away to perfect sleep: He sees the beauty Sun hath not looked upon, And tastes the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dream-Love Christina Georgina Rossetti	Till summer days are gone,— Dreaming and drowsing Away to perfect sleep: He sees the beauty Sun hath not looked upon, And tastes the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Evening Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall	WHEN the white iris folds the drowsing bee, When the first cricket wakes The fairy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Faute De Mieux Edith Nesbit	When kine knee-deep in the pond are drowsing, Leave pastoral peace--come up through the noon To the high chalk downs where the sheep...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Frankenstein Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	The flocks of well-contented sheep, The drowsing kine all corpulent and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Good-Night! Alfred Austin	And all the trees seem dark alike: The bee is drowsing in the comb, The sharded beetle hath gone home:...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Idleness Thomas Sturge Moore	His open eyes enchant and bless A mind divinely...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In The City Of Slaughter (excerpt) Hayyim Nahman Bialik	In terror at dawn, at dusk now, drowsing, worn With weeping, broken in spirit, in darkness...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In The Dusky Path Of A Dream Rabindranath Tagore	In the evening breeze her pet peacock sat drowsing on its perch, and the pigeons were silent in their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In the Matter of One Compass Rudyard Kipling	The blind white Sea-snake and his bride, Who, drowsing, nose the long-lost Ships Let down through darkness to their lips -- Safe-swung above the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Lessons from the life of flower Shashikant Nishant Sharma 'साहिल'	Smiling in the morning In the noon, drowsing Getting refreshed by evening Every moment of life is for others Learn to serve dear brothers...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Letter To Sainte-Beuve Charles Baudelaire	Melancholy at noon when all is drowsing at the corridor’s end, chin in hand, dragging – eyes bluer and darker than Diderot’s Nun,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Lydd Katharine Lee Bates	FAR away on the sunny levels Where Kent lies drowsing beside the sea, Where over the foxglove as over the foam The gray gull sails, is our ancient...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Mary Tired Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall	One poor taper glimmered clear, Drowsing Joseph nodded near, All the glooms were rosed with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Memory of childhood Deepak Kumar Pattanayak	Sometimes when I Dropped to sleep, Across my drowsing mind, Flashes sweet and young Faces of those joyous days, Calling me to join those ranks, That...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)