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My Special Girl Chris E Morganroth IV	This sprout she grew into a Oaken tree, Made me so proud a father could be, This girl became a wondrous soul, My special girl...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
A Cherished Relic. George W Doneghy	The old oaken frame has begun to decay; What iron's about it is eaten with rust, And upon and around it...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Crowded Trolley-Car Elinor Morton Wylie	Brave, unbroken; see his hand Nailed to an oaken...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A panegyric to sir lewis pemberton Robert Herrick	Goodness and greatness, not the oaken piles; For these, and marbles have their whiles To last, but not their ever; virtue's hand It...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
All's Well That Ends Well Unknown	And keep it in an oaken vat; Then into tallow melt for winter...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Eclogue Thomas Parnell	Or loytring stretch beneath an Oaken shade, Or lett the suckling Calf defraud the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
As They Come William Henry Ogilvie	Walls and stiles and cattle-gates, Ash and oaken rails- These as fashioned by the fates Slack the slacker's sails, Turn the laggard from...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ballad of women i love Eugene Field	Hid away in an oaken chest, And a Franklin platter of ancient date Beareth Amandy Baker's crest; What times...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bouche-Mignonne Isabella Valancy Crawford	Shook the mill, from flooring sere Up to oaken...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
By the Oak Jonas Saga	The oaken roots reach...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
By the Oak Jonas Saga	The oaken roots reach...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Calidore: A Fragment John Keats	Anon he leaps along the oaken floors Of halls and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ceremonies for candlemas eve Robert Herrick	With cooler oaken boughs, Come in for comely ornaments, To re-adorn the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Chapter-House, Furness Abbey Letitia Elizabeth Landon	⁠*A picture half effaced, (once dear), a lute, an oaken chair, Black but inlaid with ivory, a lock of golden hair, And letters dated years ago,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Comfort of the Fields Archibald Lampman	Or in the shadow of some oaken spray, To watch, as through a mist of light and dreams, The far-off hayfields, where...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Crumble-Hall Mary Leapor	Then step within -- there stands a goodly Row Of oaken Pillars -- where a gallant Show Of mimic Pears and carv'd Pomgranates twine, With the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dear Old London Eugene Field	The oaken stuff that has defied the tooth of envious Time, The musty tomes, the speckled prints,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dedicatory Poem For "Underwoods" Robert Louis Stevenson	Year after year, with oaken tree; And yet betweenwhiles my laudator In terms astonishing to me - To the Right Reverend...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Faun Robert Graves	Hurling his name about; He sang, with oaken stock His steps from rock to rock In safety keeping, “Here Faun is free, Here...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Flowers in Winter John Greenleaf Whittier	The settler saw his oaken flail Take bud, and bloom before his eyes; From frozen pools he saw the pale Sweet...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
From "Snow-Bound," 11:1-40, 116-154 John Greenleaf Whittier	Of wood against the chimney-back,-- The oaken log, green, huge, and thick, And on its top the stout back-stick; The knotty forestick laid...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Grand'Ther Baldwin's Thanksgiving Horatio Alger Jr	At the bullet-hole remaining in the sturdy oaken door, Turning round half-apprehensive (recking not how time had fled) Of the lurking,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	In his quiver oaken arrows, Tipped with jasper, winged with feathers; With his mittens, Minjekahwun, With...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
How A Beauty Was Waked And Her Suitor Was Suited Guy Wetmore Carryl	When he passed within the castle by a massive oaken door: There were courtiers without number, But they all were plunged in slumber, The prince's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
How Good Are The Poor Victor Hugo	In the dim corner, from the oaken chest, A few white dishes glimmer; through the shade Stands a tall bed with dusky...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)