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To Urania Iosif Aleksandrovich Brodsky	the towns in whose soggy phone books you are starring no longer; father eastward surge on ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Vernon Lee Amy Levy	And dark anemone, whose purples fill The peasant's plot, between the corn-shoots...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Victor Hugo Algernon Charles Swinburne	Alone the happier head Whose laurels screened it; fruitless grace for thee, To whom the high gods gave of right Their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Walt Whitman In America Algernon Charles Swinburne	A song to put fire in our ears Whose burning shall burn up tears, Whose sign bid battle...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Whom Created David Stoliarchuk	Grown into a train wreck whose to clean up the mess What have you put in charge Have you set a ruler over our heads To lead...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To William Bell Scott Algernon Charles Swinburne	Dear old fast friend whose honours grow not old, Bids memory’s note as loud and sweet...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To William E. Channing Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	The old and chartered Lie, The feudal curse, whose whips and yokes Insult...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To William H. Seward John Greenleaf Whittier	From a baptism of blood, upon thy brow A wreath whose flowers no earthly soil have known, Woven of the beatitudes, shall rest, And the peacemaker...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To William Shelley Percy Bysshe Shelley	They stand on the brink of that raging river, Whose waves they have tainted with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To William Theodore Peters On His Renaissance Cloak Ernest Christopher Dowson	To what bright gallant of Her Daintiness, Whose slender fingers, long since dust and dead, For love or courtesy embroidered The...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Winter William Blake	the direful monster, whose 1000 skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks: He withers all in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Wordsworth Felicia Dorothea Hemans	â€“by the source Of some free stream, whose gladdening presence fills The solitude with sound; for in its course Even such is thy deep...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Wordsworth Percy Bysshe Shelley	Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine On some frail bark in winter's midnight roar: Thou hast like to a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To You? Yes! I Have Stopped Listening Lawrence S. Pertillar	head, Is still connected to a mind to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To-- Oh! there are spirits of the air Percy Bysshe Shelley	Yes, all the faithless smiles are fled Whose falsehood left thee broken-hearted; The glory of the moon is dead; Night’s ghosts and dreams...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Toby John Le Gay Brereton	The leaping friend, whose jolly bark Was greeting every night, No more to thrill the summer dark With welcome of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Today To Befriend Kurt Philip Behm	you’re doing tonight Whose poking and prodding my blue-eyed delight ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Toil Francis William Lauderdale Adams	To misery and the cruel sleep whose breasts, Bitter to suck, give poisoned...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tolerance Thomas Hardy	In looking back that I possess - Whose lack would leave me comfortless...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tom May's Death Andrew Marvell	At whose dread Whisk Virgil himself does quake, And Horace patiently its stroke does take, As he crowds...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tom Tinker's dog Helen Beatrix Potter	Whose dog art...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tomb (Of Verlaine) Stéphane Mallarmé	Crushes the ripe star of tomorrows, whose crowd Will be silvered by its...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tonight is a Million Lonely Hours Without You j-p-n	By a dull fire light Whose name called...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Too Long, O Spirit Of Storm Henry Timrod	A friend I knew, whose days Were as calm as this sky overhead; But one blue morn that was fairest of all, The heart...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Toowoomba George Essex Evans	Enthroned, apart, serene Above her vassal hills whose voices greet her The Mountain...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)