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Memory Siegfried Sassoon	And all the paths led on from hawthorn-time Across the carolling meadows into...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Ode, Composed On A May Morning William Wordsworth	Untouched the hawthorn bough, Thy Spirit triumphs o'er the slight; Man changes, but not...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Sweet Springtime George Eliot	Sweetly wooing linnet, Soft thrilled hawthorn tree, Happy shadowy elf, With the thinnest self, Live on still in...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Future of Forestry Clive Staples Lewis	Of milk-sheen froth upon the lace of hawthorn’s Collar, pallor in the face of...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Wreck of the Hesperus Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds That ope in the month of...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Lucy Gray William Wordsworth	And through the broken hawthorn hedge, And by the long...	Rate it (4.50 / 2 votes)
Song in the Manner of Housman Ezra Pound	The bird sits on the hawthorn tree But he dies also,...	Rate it (4.00 / 1 vote)
Ode To A Nightingale John Keats	White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast-fading violets covered up in...	Rate it (3.50 / 2 votes)
Mr. Housman's Message Ezra Pound	The bird sits on the hawthorn tree But he dies also,...	Rate it (1.00 / 1 vote)
A Border Burn Alfred Austin	``So do I quit my native hills, Red rowan, hawthorn pearled, My brother braes, my sister rills, To find a wider...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Boy's Song James Hogg	Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Bridal In The Bois De Boulogne. Mathilde Blind	The blossoming boughs of the hawthorn are showing, Like beautiful brides in their bridal array; With cobwebs for laces, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Captive Throstle Alfred Austin	Berry on bush, or pod on tree, Stripped be the hawthorn, bare the holly, And all the boughs drip melancholy; And you will have to scrape for food Amid...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Florilegium Alfred Austin	By their own sweet breath betrayed; Lagging hawthorn prized the more That it long was waited for; These unto your bower I bring, Gifts of Summer...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Holiday Lizette Woodworth Reese	The common hawthorn that I see, Beside the sunken wall astir, Or any other blossoming tree, Is each God’s fair...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Lair At Noon. John Clare	The hawthorn gently stopt the sun, beneath, The ash above...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Little Te Deum Of The Commonplace. A Fragment William Arthur Dunkerley	For hedgerows sweet with hawthorn and wildrose; For meadows spread with gold and gemmed with stars; For every tint of every...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Long While Ago Letitia Elizabeth Landon	There is the blackbird in the hawthorn singing, Stirring the white spray with the same sweet tune; Fragrant the tansy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Lovers' Quarrel Robert Browning	And the South dries the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Post-producer, and hawthorn-addict Xiaoyuan Yin	The hawthorn underneath his tongue tastes as insipid as a mothball...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Private Edward Thomas	"At Mrs Greenland's Hawthorn Bush," said he, "I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Prologue John Le Gay Brereton	With English hawthorn crowned, in that glad spring When bright clouds melted in a sky serene, Romance moved lightly...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Rhyme Of The War. Margaret J Preston	It mingles its odors with hawthorn and rose, - The voice of the brook, as it lapses unseen, - The laughter of children at play on...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Song of Sherwood Alfred Noyes	Of wild rose and hawthorn and honeysuckle boughs: Love is in the greenwood, dawn is in the skies, And Marian is waiting...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Story Of Plantagenet. Margaret Dixon McDougall	Sweet as the hawthorn scented air, And true as the eternal...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)