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Two Lovers George Eliot	Two lovers by a moss-grown spring: They leaned soft cheeks together...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Spirit of Poetry, The Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Slips down through moss-grown stones with endless...	Rate it (4.00 / 1 vote)
A Big Yellow Tree Glee In Green Kumar Kamal	big yellow tree glee in green Cars pass by my moss-grown window-sills- Too busy to look back Childhood`s Dreams- Durriya forces open the orifice of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A poem, Sacred to the Glorious memory of King George Richard Savage	In the dark Cypress Grove, or moss-grown Cell, Where dreary Ravens haunt, would Sorrow...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Voice From The Factories Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton	No moss-grown walks refresh their weary feet;-- No river's murmuring...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Alexandrines Clive Staples Lewis	And down the moss-grown paths and terrace no man treads Where the old, old weeds rise deep on the waste garden...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumnal Nightfall Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	From Autumn's gray and moss-grown halls, And round her withered...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ballad of Captious Critics Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Their memories, clogged with a moss-grown store Of dead men's wisdom, naught also may hold, The flight of an eaglet, overhold, Is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Burnt Out Is Now My Misery Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy	That hurl them off their moss-grown altars steep, Seeking the flood with tossing, foaming riot-- Here in the vale are bound in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Canonization Of Love Kumar Kamal	My long,long,forgotten-faded,moss-grown tomb stone;You`ll wake up nightly dreaming night mares of dreams the Pains w/ which u caused me...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Cragwell End R C Lehmann	It's a quaint old ramshackle moss-grown place, Keeping its staid accustomed pace; Not moved at all by the rush and flurry, The...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Earlier Poems : The Spirit Of Poetry Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Slips down through moss-grown stones with endless...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Evangeline: Part The First. I. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	, on the slope of the hill, was the well with its moss-grown Bucket, fastened...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Forby Sutherland George Gordon McCrae	The house-dove on the moss-grown thatch Is murmuring love-songs to his mate, As lovely Nell now lifts the latch ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hypotheses Hypochondriacae Charles Kingsley	Amid a ring of old and moss-grown stones In gorse and heather all...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Italian Scenery Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Mouldering and moss-grown through the lapse of years, In motionless beauty stands the giant oak; Whilst those that saw...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Life Jones Very	Whose moss-grown arms their rigid branches rear, And full-faced fruits their blushing welcome smile As to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My Native Isle. Mary Gardiner Horsford	The green graves rise in silence near, With moss-grown tablets wide; And early on the Sabbath morn, Along the flowery sod, Unfettered souls, with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode On The Spring Thomas Gray	Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode To The Moon Thomas Hood	Than ever I have found On sunny garden-plot, or moss-grown tow'r, Motto'd with stern and melancholy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode to the Nightingale Mary Darby Robinson	In the dark wood and moss-grown cell, Beside the willow-margin'd stream Why dost Thou court wan Cynthia's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Prelude to an Unwritten Masterpiece Siegfried Sassoon	With woven green of safety; paths that wind Moss-grown from glade to glade; and far behind, One thwarted yell; then...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman William Wordsworth	Beside their moss-grown hut of clay, Not twenty paces from the door, A scrap of land they have, but they Are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet LXXXIX: The Trees of the Garden Dante Gabriel Rossetti	Invoke The storm-felled forest-trees moss-grown to-day Whose roots are hillocks where the children play; Or ask the silver sapling 'neath...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Frog James Whitcomb Riley	And my throne is the muddy and moss-grown log That the poison-vine clings to-- And the blacksnakes slide in the slimy tide Where the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)