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A Thing of Beauty (Endymion) John Keats	Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Future of Forestry Clive Staples Lewis	Beast nor man, and around them wreathing Excellent clothing, breathing sunlight – Half understanding, their ill-acquainted Fancy will...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Vanquished affection Divyanshi Chauhan	Your care slowly wreathing Falling for the every little act All was a fantasy not a fact Everything you told me was a lie...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Cry Of The Children Elizabeth Barrett Browning	Let them touch each other's hands, in a fresh wreathing Of their tender human...	Rate it (4.00 / 1 vote)
An Autumn Evening At Murray Bay Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon	On they come, the misty masses of the wreathing vapour white, Filling hill and mead and valley, blotting earth and heaven from...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At The Water's Edge Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme	If from low roofs the smoke is wreathing pale, To watch it wreath; If flowers around breathe perfume on the gale, To feel them...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Auri Sacra Fames George Essex Evans	Thro’ the wreathing mists of night will the grey of dawn be true, In the age of vague unrest, strivings, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Before the Altar Amy Lowell	Upon it perfumed offerings burn Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Braggart Dorothy Parker	The days will rally, wreathing Their crazy tarantelle; And you must go...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Casabianca Felicia Dorothea Hemans	The wreathing fires made...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Endymion (excerpts) John Keats	Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Endymion: A Poetic Romance (Excerpt) John Keats	Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Endymion: Book I John Keats	Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
English Eclogues VI - The Ruined Cottage Robert Southey	This woodbine wreathing round the broken porch, Its leaves just withering, yet one autumn flower Still fresh and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Erin John Boyle O'Reilly	Like the clouds on your mountains, wreathing Their green to a weeping...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Evangeline: Part The First. I. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Sycamore grew by the door, with a woodbine wreathing around...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fearing Lest I Miss Out Dr.Amal Kumar Ghosh	When my wreathing will break forth in garland, I shall garland the rays of the sun with this wakeful flutter, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Flora Charlotte Smith	Form'd, with their wreathing buds, her simple zone, Some wandering tresses of her radiant hair, Luxuriant floated on...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
For I Will Consider My Cat Jeoffry (excerpt, Jubilate Agno) Christopher Smart	For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fra Pedro Emma Lazarus	Round his neck her white arms wreathing, Drew him from the burning...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
from Jubilate Agno, Fragment B, lines 695-768 Christopher Smart	For is this done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
From the Commemoration Ode Harriet Monroe	The ever-young, the unfallen, wreathing for time Fresh garlands of the seeming-vanished years; Faces long luminous, remote, sublime,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
HARPOON Ayatullah Umar	Wreathing and lashing the tension evolves But the fizzled Ray's are arrows infinite And you my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
HARPOON Sigma Yaty	Wreathing and lashing the tension evolves But the fizzled Ray's are arrows infinite And you my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Memoriam. - Annie Seymour Robinson, Lydia Howard Sigourney	The wreathing buds of snowy rose That o'er thy bosom lay, Were symbols in their beauty pale, Of thy young...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)