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Timothy, The Traffic Bunny C S SOURYADEEP	His thoughts that float, the drink is sipping down his throat, A uniform that...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tithe Means Ten Percent Mark V. Markov	13 Do I eat the flesh of bulls or drink the blood of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Titmarsh’s Carmen Lilliense William Makepeace Thackeray	The best of meat and drink in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To a Friend in Elysium Joachim du Bellay	In the dim woods, and drink forgetfulness Of us your friends, a weary crowd that press About the gate, or labour at the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To A Shade William Butler Yeats	Or happier-thoughted when the day is spent To drink of that salt breath out of the sea When grey gulls flit about instead of men, And the gaunt...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To a Star Seen at Twilight John Rollin Ridge	Upon thy pure sublimity, And in their bosoms drink Thy lovliness and light like me; For who in all the world Could gaze upon thee thus, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To a Young Poet who Killed Himself Joyce Kilmer	2 And made it drink and lust and sing, 3 You flung it back into God's face 4 And thought you did a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Amarantha; That She Would Dishevell Her Haire Richard Lovelace	And when all wells are drawne dry, I'll drink a teare out of thine...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Amarantha; That She Would Dishevell Her Haire Richard Lovelace	And when all wells are drawne dry, I'll drink a teare out of thine...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To an Aged Cut-Up Franklin P. Adams	Delete the drink, or better, chop the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Aramantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair Richard Lovelace	And when all wells are drawne dry, I'll drink a teare out of thine...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Believe On His Name Mark V. Markov	you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, 36 I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Break Free Jason Lambert-Lee	-A doe breaks through to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Charles Baxter Robert Louis Stevenson	To see him was baith drink an' meat, Gaun linkin' glegly up the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Delia: On Her Endeavouring To Conceal Her Grief At Parting William Cowper	My lips should drink the precious mixture up, And, ere it falls, receive the trembling...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Fall Ill as One Should, Deliriously Anna Akhmatova	I shall eat blue grapes with those who are dead, Drink the iced Wine, and watch the gray waterfall pour On to the damp flint...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To groves Robert Herrick	By all those tears that have been shed, As a drink-offering to the dead; By all those true-love knots, that be With mottoes carved on every tree;...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To his lovely mistresses Robert Herrick	r, my dearest Beauties, come, And bring those dew-drink-offerings to my tomb; When thence ye see my reverend ghost to rise, And there to lick th' effused...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Italy With Love Anita L. Lohr	again drink your wine Never again feast your fountains, Never again, see your...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To J.R. Robert Fuller Murray	Sit down together at our Merlin's feet, Drink from one cup the overflowing measure, And find, in sharing it, the draught more...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Jack Henry Lawson	You know I loved women and drink, Jack, And that’s how the trouble began; But you know that I never would shrink, Jack, From a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Johan Dahl, Bookdealer Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson	Our glasses we lift now and drink to our...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Ladies' Eyes Thomas Moore	We're sure to find Love there, boy, So drink them...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Laura (Mystery Of Reminiscence) Friedrich Schiller	Who bade me burn thy very breath to drink-- My life in thine to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Live Merrily, And To Trust To Good Verses Robert Herrick	A goblet next I'll drink To Ovid, and suppose, Made he the pledge, he'd think The world had all one...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)