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Here have I learnt the little that I know Alfred Austin	Here where in these untutored woodland ways The primrose, all unconscious of our praise, Dimpled the dainty coverlet of the snow,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hiawatha's Friends Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Ceased to murmur in the woodland, That the wood-birds ceased from singing, And the squirrel, Adjidaumo, Ceased his chatter...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Home Anne Brontë	The woodland ivy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Human onslaught on nature Chris callacher	, who are gently playing in and out of ancient woodland hedge...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hymn Of The Convalescent. Susanna Moodie	Perfuming all the air; My pillared fane these woodland bowers, A heaven-built house of prayer; My fellow-worshippers, the gay, Free songsters of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hymn on Solitude James Thomson	And while meridian fervours beat, Thine is the woodland dumb retreat; But chief, when evening scenes decay, And the faint landskip swims away, Thine...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hymn To The Penates Robert Southey	When most I loved in solitude to rove Amid the woodland gloom; or where the rocks Darken'd old Avon's stream, in the ivied cave Recluse to sit and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hypnos On Ida George Meredith	of their feet waved loftiest growths of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
I Stood Tip-Toe Upon A Little Hill John Keats	Of a fresh woodland alley, never ending; Or by the bowery clefts, and leafy shelves, Guess where the jaunty...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Il Y A Cent Ans George Meredith	Meantime give ear to woodland notes around, Look on our Earth full-breasted to our sun: So was it when their poets heard...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Illa Creek Henry Kendall	While Nature sings her woodland rhyme And hoards her woodland...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Absence Edward Shanks	Through the sparse woodland in the fading light, Where in time past we two have walked alone, Heard the loud nightjar spin...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Beechwood Cemetery Archibald Lampman	And the wind roars about the woodland...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad Alfred Edward Housman	Whether in the woodland brown I heard the beechnut rustle down, And saw the purple crocus pale Flower about the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Praise of Mandragora Muriel Stuart	In secret woodland...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Sanctuary Edith Nesbit	Silent, we passed the woodland, through The coloured maze that Springtime weaves-- The light leaves dancing to the blue, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Summer Time Paul Laurence Dunbar	And wend my way in woodland tramp Where forests rustle, tree on tree, And sing their silent songs to me; Where pathways...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In The Garden IV: The Singer Edward Dowden	Odours of violets dim in woodland ways, Deeper than coiled waters laid a-dream Below moss'd ledges of a shadowy stream, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In The Month When Sings The Cuckoo Alfred Austin	The air resounds and the woodland rings,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In The Winter Woods Frederick George Scott	Buried is each woodland treasure, Gone the leaves and mossy rills, Gone the birds that filled with pleasure All...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Influence of Natural Objects William Wordsworth	Confederate, imitative of the chase And woodland pleasures,--the resounding horn, The pack loud-chiming, and the hunted...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Inscription 07 - For A Tablet On The Banks Of A Stream Robert Southey	Go Stranger, sojourn in the woodland cot Of INNOCENCE, and thou shalt find her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Invitation Miriam Teichner	I've ordered berries growing lush By every woodland...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
June At Woodruff James Whitcomb Riley	Send the breath of woodland bloom Through the sick man's prison room, Till his old farm-home shall swim Sweet in mind...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
June On The Merrimac John Greenleaf Whittier	For us these pleasant woodland ways Are thronged with memories old, Have felt the grasp of friendly hands And heard love's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)