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Pretty Lady Terence Cummings-Smith	It would be my pleasure, to watch your lank legs walk, as long as it was not...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
A Captive Throstle Alfred Austin	And stretch out fingers lank and thin, You shall be safely housed within, And through the wood-fire's flickering glow...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Conversation At Dawn Thomas Hardy	And she, in her cloud of loose lank hair, Seemed trouble-tried As the dawn drew in on their faces...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Country God Edmund Blunden	Then haunting by some moanish brook Where lank and snaky brambles swim Or where the hill pines swarthy look I whirry through the dark and hymn...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Florida Sunday. Sidney Lanier	Breathe salutary balms through lank-lock'd hair Of sick men's heads, and soon -- this world outworn -- Sink into saintly heavens...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Letter From Italy Alfred Austin	Women delving, lonely child Tending cattle lank and lean; Not a hedgerow to be seen, Where the eglantine may ramble, Or the vagrant...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A panegyric to sir lewis pemberton Robert Herrick	Not represent, but give relief To the lank stranger and the sour swain, Where both may feed and come again; For no black-bearded Vigil...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Receipt To Restore Stella’s Youth. 1724-5 Jonathan Swift	For food along the barren plain: Meagre and lank with fasting grown, And nothing left but skin and bone; Exposed to want, and wind, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Sabbath Scene John Greenleaf Whittier	While close behind her, whip in hand, A lank-haired hunter...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight Vachel Lindsay	A bronzed, lank...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ad Fabullium. Catul. Lib. I. Ep. 13. Richard Lovelace	Of my lank purse are full of spiders webs; But then again you shall receive clear love, Or what more...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Aechdeacon Barbour John Greenleaf Whittier	ir, On the bald apex ringed with scanty hair, On blank indifference and on curious stare; On the pale Showman reading from his stage The hieroglyphics...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Andante Con Moto William Ernest Henley	The gas burns lank and jaded in its glass: The old Ruffian soon shall yawn himself awake, And light his pipe,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
As I was walking Walter de la Mare	Lank human was I, And a foe, poor soul— Snowy flit of a scut, He was into his hole, And—stamp,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At Delphi Alfred Austin	the silent eagle, Blinking, stares at the blank sun- All of thee that is not gone, Apollo!...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Becalmed James Whitcomb Riley	Bloating the sad, lank, silken sails Of the Argo out with the swift, sweet gales That blew from Colchis when Jason...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Before A Crucifix Algernon Charles Swinburne	At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Boulogne To Amiens And Paris (3 to 11 P.M.; 3rd Class) Dante Gabriel Rossetti	Priesthood, and lank hard-featured soldiery, Females (no women), blouses, Hunt, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Brad Weimer The Silent Poet	you say i was a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Camping Out. Clara Doty Bates	Dame Spider had spun herself lank and thin With trying to take her neighbors...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Darkness George Gordon Byron	Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food, But with a piteous and perpetual moan, And a quick desolate...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Darkness George Gordon Lord Byron	Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food, But with a piteous and perpetual moan, And a quick desolate...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Donica - A Ballad Robert Southey	For sometimes when no passing breeze The long lank sedges waved, All white with foam and heaving high Its deafening billows...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Donica. Robert Southey	For sometimes when no passing breeze The long lank sedges waved, All white with foam and heaving high Its deafening billows raved; And when...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy IX: The Autumnal John Donne	Lank as an unthrift's purse, but a soul's sack; Whose eyes seek light within, for all here's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)