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To Massachusetts John Greenleaf Whittier	Come voices long and loud, And far-off hills are writing Thy fire-words on the cloud; When from Penobscot's fountains A deep response is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mesdames Zassetsky And Garschine Robert Louis Stevenson	An' weel for them if kindly fate Send ower the hills to them a mate; They'll crack a while o' kirk an' State, O' yowes an' rain: An' when it's time...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Morning William Blake	Thy buskin'd feet appear upon our...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mr. Pope Thomas Parnell	Here half an Acre's corn is half a sheaf; Here hills with naked heads the tempest meet, Rocks at their sides, and torrents at their feet; Or...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mrs. Macmarland Robert Louis Stevenson	So all we mountain-lovers sing: I to the hills will lift mine...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Country Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov	On distant hills the silver birches I descry, Framed gold by fertile fields the sacred picture...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
TO MY HUSBAND Ruby Yvette Jenkins	Of evening shadows on the hills; And morning grass...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Nimue Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	To the purple hills with the spray of the sea, when the wind blows loud from the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To One Coming North Claude McKay	Or waters of the hills that softly flow Gracefully falling down a shining...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To phillis, to love and live with him Robert Herrick	Thy feasting-table shall be hills With daisies spread, and daffadils; Where thou shalt sit, and Red-breast by, For meat, shall...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Professor And Mrs. J.S. Blackie Sydney Thompson Dobell	For Morn that on the hills oped eyes divine, And Eve that walked like Mary by the shore Where that old Dreamer, as he...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Quilca, A Country-House in no very good Repair Jonathan Swift	Thro' all the Vallies, Hills, and Plains, The Goddess Want in Triumph reigns; And her chief Officers of State, Sloth, Dirt,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Richard Wagner. Sidney Lanier	Loud cried the Future from the farthest hills: `Ye groaning forces, crack me every shell Of customs, old constraints, and narrow ills;...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Sir Walter Scott Thomas Pringle	Whose hills and streams are yet ungraced by song, I bring, illustrious friend, this garland rude: ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Solitude Alice Cary	Wind about a thousand...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Spring William Blake	The hills tell each other, and the listening Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned Up to thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Sydney Robert Louis Stevenson	High on the far-seen, sunny hills, Morning-content my bosom fills; Well-pleased, I trace the wandering rills And learn their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Apennines William Cullen Bryant	Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise, Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold In rosy flushes on the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Beloved Count Giacomo Leopardi	O'er youth's illusions gone; Along the hills, where I recall with tears, The vanished joys and hopes of earlier years, At thought of thee,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Countess Of Bedford II John Donne	We sweat and faint, yet still go down the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Daisy (fourth poem) William Wordsworth	And free for life, these hills to climb; With all his wants...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Lady H.O. Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton	COME o'er the green hills to the sunny...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Leaven'd Soil They Trod Walt Whitman	To the Alleghanian hills, and the tireless Mississippi, To the rocks I, calling, sing, and all the trees in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Moon Charles Harpur	The wild winds o’er a hundred hills May whirl abroad— That in the midnight heavens thou Shalt hang thy unfaded lamp,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Moon [Earlier Version] Charles Harpur	The winds may o’er a hundred hills Scatter around— That in the midnight heavens thou Shalt hang thy unfaded lamp and smile serene...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)