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To The Sighing Strephon George Gordon Lord Byron	And if I should shun every woman for one, Whose image must fill my whole breast-- Whom I must prefer, and sigh but for her-- What an...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The South Paul Laurence Dunbar	The long kiss of the loving tropic sun, And yet, whose veins with thy red current...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Spade Of A Friend (An Agriculturist) William Wordsworth	Long hast Thou served a man to reason true; Whose life combines the best of high and low, The labouring many and the resting...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Tiber Sydney Thompson Dobell	Line, the foul vast of whose unmeasured wrong Twined to its summit in the triple Lie Of that thrice-cursèd...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Town Clock Joseph Howe	Whose dodging shoulders, and averted eye, Half uttered prayer, or sharp and piercing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Unknown God George Essex Evans	O wilt Thou give to each whose course has drifted, The thread, the clue by which his feet may fare, To tread at last with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Virgin Mary Mary Hannay Foott	Declaring thee forever blest, Whose whole life showed thy worthiness Of that pure Child thine arms had...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Virginian Voyage Michael Drayton	Thy Voyages attend, Industrious Hakluyt, Whose reading shall inflame Men to seek fame, And much commend To after times thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Western Wind Robert Herrick	SWEET western wind, whose luck it is, Made rival with the air, To...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Thomas Woolner Dante Gabriel Rossetti	All night the field of hospitable sleep— Whose song, past the whole sea, finds...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To those who care Allawy Mian	Whose importance is without...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To those who doubted me Jonathan A. Lacey	You will be the one whose eyes, mind and heart will sadly see, That you're the one that's embarrassed, sorry and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Timarion Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall	Here's a lost hope, and here a heart whose aching Grows greater than its...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Time George Gordon Lord Byron	whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
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)