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Cathy Ciritta Marsh	Chindo Marshal	Clara Marsh
Cynthia G Marsh	cynthia marsh	Denise Marshall

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Pantoum on Loss Kaytee	Swaying in the breezes of the marsh Your poetry echoes in my ears You remind me of trees with silver moss Memories of you...	Rate it (5.00 / 4 votes)
INQUEST cynthia marsh	If she ever thinks of me CYNTHIA...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Lanterns Lane Ben Gray	All golden now, The fields like a marsh But though it be November, His mind is fixed on...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Ruth Henry Lawson	The range to the west, and the Peak, and the marsh where the dark ridges end, And the spurs running down to the Creek, and the she-oaks that sigh...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Dong with a Luminous Nose Edward Lear	By lake and dorest, marsh and hills, Singing -- "O somewhere, in valley or plain "Might I find my Jumbly Girl...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Why Gators are Hard to Know Robbin T. Hartridge	It is hard to know where the bank of the marsh stops and the rising, rhythmed scales...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Macarius The Monk John Boyle O'Reilly	He dwelt within the desert: from the marsh He drank the brackish water, and his food Was dates and roots,—and all his rule was harsh, ...	Rate it (4.00 / 1 vote)
3 a.m. Eduard Bey	Wrapped me, Hold me like a marsh or...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Ballad of Burdens Algernon Charles Swinburne	thy face shall be, Yea, like sea-marsh made thick with brine and mire, Sad with sick leavings of the sterile sea. ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Basket of Summer Fruit Charles Harpur	And here their fellows of the marsh are set, Covering their sweetness with a crumpled skin; Pomegranates next, flame-red without,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Dedication Adam Lindsay Gordon	The chauntof a marsh frog in rushes That chimes through the pauses and hushes Of nightfall, the torrent that...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Fable Ella Wheeler Wilcox	A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl, One day all meet together To hold a caucus and settle the fate Of a certain bird (without...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Farewell William Wordsworth	Bright gowan, and marsh-marigold,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Grey Day Roderic Quinn	Sank earthward all aswoon; The green marsh-frogs that chorused Had ta'en a sadder...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Legend Of The Hartz. George W Sands	Over rock, marsh and moor, over river and rill, Yet still her eye sparkled, and still her cheek glowed, As...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Man Ambrose Bierce	With leathers 'twixt his toes, paddles his marsh, Amphibious) saw a rising cloud of hats, And heard a faint, far sound of distant cheers Below...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Man Perishing in the Snow: From Whence Reflections are Raised on the Miseries of Life. James Thomson	In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Poet's Home George Wither	Was neither rotten marsh nor boggy fen, It was nor overgrown with boisterous sedge, Nor grew there rudely then along...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Rune Of The Rain George Parsons Lathrop	Of the grass in the marsh which the sea nourisheth: And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Storm in the Mountains Charles Harpur	Why roar the bull-frogs in the tea-tree...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Winter Morn Alan S Jeeves	A booming bittern in the marsh Would leave me quite...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Abraham Davenport John Greenleaf Whittier	With bays of marsh, and capes of bush and tree, The wood's black shore-line loomed beyond the meadowy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Admetus: To my friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson Emma Lazarus	In the broad stagnant marsh, and sent his darts In its tough, quivering flank, and saw its death, Stung by sure arrows...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Aftermath Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Tangled tufts from marsh and meads, Where the poppy drops its seeds In the silence and the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Afternoon in February Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	The night is descending; The marsh is frozen, The river...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)