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To a Baby Found Paddling Near the Thames Herbert Asquith	When you tumble, pick you up; If you fall beside the willow, Lilies rise to be your...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To A Child Edith Nesbit	Of hollyhock beside the cottage...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To a Childless Woman Siegfried Sassoon	Kneeling beside your bed with bowed and hopeless...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To A Dead Friend Paul Laurence Dunbar	And willows, sighing at their plight, Bent low beside the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To A Dead Lover Louise Bogan	Which I once watched brighten With you beside...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To a Fish James Henry Leigh Hunt	And you, all shapes beside, that fishy be,-- Some round, some flat, some long, all devilry, Legless, unloving,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To a Highland Girl (At Inversneyde, upon Loch Lomond) William Wordsworth	to dwell Beside thee in some heathy dell; Adopt your homely ways, and dress, A Shepherd, thou a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To A Lady Who Commanded Me To Send Her An Account In Verse Mary Barber	Besides, I oft have heard it hinted, Her Poems never will be printed: Her Sickness is a Feint, no...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To a Poet, Charles Bridges Muriel Stuart	Coming from high Parnassus; where thy head Beside the silent streams, Among fast-fading blooms, hath fashioned A pillow of pale dreams; ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To A Successful Man Alfred Noyes	The face of love beside a cottage fire And friendly laughter with your...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To a Young Lady, With Some Lampreys John Gay	‘And of huge lampreys rob the rivers, ‘Then all beside each glade and Visto, ‘You’d see Nymphs lying like...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To A Young Mother On The Birth Of Her First Born Child Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon	To watch beside thine infant’s couch and bend above his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To All That Love The Far And Blue Robert Louis Stevenson	Paddle in hand, jocund ye shoot, To splash beside the splashing bream Or anchor by the willow...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To an Echo on the Banks of the Hunter Charles Harpur	It seems but yesterday that last I stood Beside the Hawksbury, even as now I stand By the swift Hunter, challenging o’er the flood An echo...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Aristius Fuscus Eugene Field	Or scale the rugged mountains, Or rest beside the murmuring tide Of weird Hydaspan...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Carmen Sylva Emma Lazarus	She who beside an infant's bier Long since resigned all hope to hear The sacred name of 'Mother' bless...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Charles Sumner John Greenleaf Whittier	When, years ago, beside the summer sea, White in the moon, we saw the long waves fall Baffled and broken from the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Children: For Tyrants George Meredith	In an oaken armchair snored At midnight, whisky...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Coleridge Percy Bysshe Shelley	This fiend, whose ghastly presence ever Beside thee like thy shadow hangs, Dream not to chase: the mad endeavour Would scourge thee...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To E. Fitzgerald: Tiresias Alfred Lord Tennyson	Beside the springs of Dirce, smote, and still'd Thro' all its folds the multitudinous...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Flush, My Dog Elizabeth Barrett Browning	But of thee it shall be said, This dog watched beside a bed Day and night unweary, Watched within a curtained room Where no sunbeam brake the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To G. M. W. And G. F. W. Ellis Parker Butler	' Up got the dad beside the son; The donkey staggered with the load 'Poor...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To George Sand: A Desire Elizabeth Barrett Browning	And man's, mightst join beside the angel's grace Of a pure genius sanctified from blame Till child and maiden pressed to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Her I Love James Thomson	Should then the weary eye of grief, Beside some sympathetic stream, In slumber find a short relief, Visit thou my soothing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Hope Mathilde Blind	Stitching with aching fingers all the night Beside the meagre flame, to earn her bread, And feed with scanty fuel the low fire Of life, while...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)