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The country side Country boy	The young boys around grandfather outside his hut He tells them stories of the past And then the night sets the owls howl the night away And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Creator Was Everywhere Nikhil Parekh	clammy interiors of the dingy little and sordid...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Cross Roads Robert Southey	It is a very lonesome place, No hut or house is near; Should one meet a murderer there alone 'Twere vain to scream, and the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Danish Boy: A Fragment William Wordsworth	The last stone of a lonely hut; And in this dell you see A thing no storm can e'er destroy, The shadow of a Danish...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Death of Ben Hall William Henry Ogilvie	He crossed by the Gunning Plain To a stockman's hut where the Gunning flows, And struck on the door three swift light blows, And a hand unhooked...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Devil In Hell La Fontaine	said, at once he left the belle, And wisely shut the door, and barred his cell: Not trusting hair-cloth, fasting, age, nor gout; With beauty,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Devil's Drive: An Unfinished Rhapsody George Gordon Lord Byron	And, stretch'd by the wall of a ruin'd hut, With its hollow cheek, and eyes half shut, A child of famine dying: And the carnage begun,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Dream Of The World Without Death William Cosmo Monkhouse	” Now behold I saw a woman in a mud hut Raking the white spent embers with her fingers, And fouling her bright hair with the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Drought King's Trumpeter Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Then fled into the night; I fell in thro' my old hut door An' banged an' barred it...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Dukite Snake John Boyle O'Reilly	And peered in your hut, with the cunning fright Of a runaway convict; and even they Were welcome, for talk’s sake,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Dying Slave William Lisle Bowles	Where thy father's hut was reared, Where thy mother's voice was heard; Where thy infant brothers played Beneath...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Falcon Richard Lovelace	And seems, on earth when he doth hut, A proper halberdier on foot; Secure i' th' moore, about to sup, The dogs have beat his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fisherman Francis William Lauderdale Adams	The cocoa-nut groves hedge round The hut where the beach-wave...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Four Ages Of The World Friedrich Schiller	No roof is so humble, no hut is so low, But he with divinities bids it...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Four Seasons : Autumn James Thomson	Then to the shelter of the hut he fled; And the wild season, sordid, pined...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Gardener LXXXIII: She Dwelt on the Hillside Rabindranath Tagore	stream and silently gazed at the hut where she...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Gardener XIV: I Was Walking by the Road Rabindranath Tagore	The hut by the side of the water is shaded by an overhanging...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ghost of the Murderer's Hut Andrew Barton Paterson	So I camped at the Murderer's Hut, At the place where the murder was...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ghosts of the Buffaloes Vachel Lindsay	My home was a hut without orchard or...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Glen of Arrawatta Henry Kendall	And misty with the hut-fire’s daily...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Good Old Concertina Henry Lawson	’Twas merry when the hut was full Of jolly girls and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Grand Seigneur William Henry Drummond	To the hut of the peasant, or lordly hall, To the heart...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Green-Hand Rouseabout Henry Lawson	Dusty patch in baking mulga—glaring iron hut and shed— Feel and smell of rain forgotten—water scarce and feed-grass...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Hares, A Fable. James Beattie	In yonder hut that stands alone Attend to Famine's feeble moan; Or view the couch where Sickness lies, Mark...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Haunted Beach Mary Darby Robinson	And then, above the haunted hut The Curlews screaming hover'd; And the low door with furious roar The frothy breakers...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)