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A Voice from the City Henry Lawson	Brown faces under broad-brimmed hats The grip of wiry hands, The gallops on the frosty flats, Seem dreams of other lands; The camp fire and the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Accepted And Will Appear Parmenas Mix	" She was muscular and wiry, And her temper sure was fiery, And I knew to pacify her I would have to, fib like...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Afternoon Emma Lazarus	Of swaying leaves, the steady wiry drone Of unseen crickets, sudden chirpings clear Of happy birds, the tinkle of the pool, Chafed...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Afternoon. Emma Lazarus	Of swaying leaves, the steady wiry drone Of unseen crickets, sudden chirpings clear Of happy birds, the tinkle of the pool, Chafed...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Among The Timothy Archibald Lampman	The dry cicada plies his wiry bow In long-spun cadence, thin and dusty sere: From the green grass the small grasshoppers'...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Black Girl Magic AJ	because we are magic, we change our identity wiry each look, we are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The Third. George Gordon Byron	His breast and beak against his wiry dome Till the blood tinge his plumage, so the heat Of his impeded soul would through his bosom...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Come-by-Chance Andrew Barton Paterson	Where a wiry young Australian leads a packhorse once a week, And the good news grows by keeping, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Drone Matt Prosperi	But your soul is corrupted; A black, cloudy, wiry mass of tangled misery and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy XIX: To His Mistress Going to Bed John Donne	Off with that wiry coronet and show The hairy diadem which on you doth grow: Now off with those shoes, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy XX: To His Mistress Going to Bed John Donne	Off with that wiry coronet and show The hairy diadem which on you doth grow: Now off with those shoes, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Garden-Spot Dorothy Parker	And knelt to coax about the wiry...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
How We Beat The Favourite Adam Lindsay Gordon	A lean head and fiery, strong quarters and wiry, A loin rather light, but a shoulder...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
i'm the same son Tom Achatz	hear his hand against his wiry cheek the moon pours a pool of light at my feet i make believe they wade in the shallow comfort...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Inversnaid Gerard Manley Hopkins	Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern, And the beadbonny ash that sits over the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
je ne sais quoi Kerwin Zhang	bench, fingers desperately shifting through wiry grass, knees smeared with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Jim Carew Andrew Barton Paterson	Always ready and always fit, Hardy and wiry of limb and thew, That was the ne'er-do-well Jim...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Knockin' Around Henry Lawson	Wiry old man at the tail of the plough, ‘Heard of Jack...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Le Chat (The Cat) Charles Baudelaire	Your head and wiry curves, And that my hand's elated with the pleasure Of your electric...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Marmion: Introduction to Canto V. Sir Walter Scott	The game-pouch, fishing-rod, and spear; When wiry terrier, rough and grim, And greyhound, with his length of limb, And pointer, now employed...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Of Modern Poetry Wallace Stevens	An instrument, twanging a wiry string that gives Sounds passing through sudden rightnesses, wholly Containing the mind,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Pardon, the Son of Reprieve Andrew Barton Paterson	He seemed to inherit their wiry Strong frames -- and their pluck to receive -- As hard as a flint and as fiery Was Pardon,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On A Goldfinch, Starved To Death In His Cage William Cowper	In dying sighs my little breath Soon pass’d the wiry...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Please Do Consult The Creator Nikhil Parekh	the wiry bodied and lanky...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 128: How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st William Shakespeare	The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)