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The Old Burying-Ground John Greenleaf Whittier	Low moans the river from its bed, The distant pines reply; Like mourners shrinking from the dead, They stand apart and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Home By The Mill James Whitcomb Riley	And when she pines for them--that's 'cause _she's_ only jes' got...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pageant John Greenleaf Whittier	Between its hospitable pines, As through a door, the warm sun...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Parting Song Felicia Dorothea Hemans	That, with the murmur of its rocking pines And sounding waters, first in childhood's heart Wakes the deep sense of nature unto joy, And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Path Most Taken Elaine C. George	beneath a dark green canopy of pines impaled by glinting spears of sunlight where the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pilgrim Letitia Elizabeth Landon	On Lebanon the dark green pines Wave over sacred ground, And Carmel's consecrated rose Springs from a hallow'd...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pilgrim Fathers Felicia Dorothea Hemans	And the rocking pines of the forest roared- This was their welcome...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pine Forest Of The Cascine Near Pisa Percy Bysshe Shelley	We paused amid the pines that stood, The giants of the waste, Tortured by storms to shapes as rude With stems...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pines Robert William Service	in the sleep of ages, the bleak, barbarian pines; The gray moss drapes us like sages, and closer we lock our lines, And deeper we clutch...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pleasures of Hope (excerpt) Thomas Campbell	Where'er degraded Nature bleeds and pines, From Guinea's coast to Sibir's dreary mines, Truth shall pervade the unfathomed...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pleasures of Melancholy Thomas Warton Jr.	Or let me tread Its neighb'ring walk of pines, where mus'd of old The cloister'd brothers : thro' the gloomy void That far extends beneath...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain Wallace Stevens	How he had recomposed the pines, Shifted the rocks and picked his way among...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Potato Harvest Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts	To yon their rocking roosts in pines wind-torn; A line of grey snake-fence, that zigzags by A pond and cattle; from...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Preacher John Greenleaf Whittier	The wind in the tops of the forest pines In the name of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Prospector Pat OCotter	As ages wander by; Where the sentinel pines in grandeur Murmur to the glacier stream As it, ice-gorged, gluts the canyon, Never brightened...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Race Adam Lindsay Gordon	That levels the larches and pines, Through yon mass parti-colour'd that dashes Goal-turn'd, clad in many-hued garb, From rear...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ranger John Greenleaf Whittier	Faintly thence, as pines far sighing, Or as thunder spent and dying, Come the challenge and replying, Come the sounds...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Return to Ulster Sir Walter Scott	And the pines of Clanbrasil resound to the roar That wearies the echoes of fair...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The River Ella Wheeler Wilcox	Balm from the pines, and healing from the grass, And carry down my current as I go Not common stones but...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Roman Centurion's Song Rudyard Kipling	the old Aurelian Road through shore-descending pines Where, blue as any peacock's neck, the Tyrrhene Ocean...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rovers Lucy Maud Montgomery	Racing us over the wastes where the hemlocks and pines are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Seasons: Summer James Thomson	Ye lofty...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Seeking Of The Waterfall John Greenleaf Whittier	Broad meadows belted round with pines, The grand uplift of mountain...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Sense Of The Sleight-Of-Hand Man Wallace Stevens	To think of a dove with an eye of grenadine And pines that are cornets, so it occurs, And a little island full of geese and stars: It may be...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Snow At Fredericksburg Anonymous Americas	Into the forests of sighing pines, And over those yellow slopes, That show not the work of the cleaving plow, But cover so...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)