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The Forsaken Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton	Bidding her thoughts thro' various changes rove,-- Welcomes, farewells, and snatches of wild...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fortune-Teller, a Gypsy Tale Mary Darby Robinson	she, ever roving Was never fix'd, though always...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fount Of Tears Paul Laurence Dunbar	voice cried: 'Pilgrim, rise, Harsh tho' the sentence be, And on to other lands and skies-- This fount is not for...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Four Wishes Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon	What is the aim, the prize, that most thou wishest for thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Gamblers Vachel Lindsay	Pets some fox-eyed boy who turns the trick, Tho' he win a button or a stick, Pencil, garter, ribbon, corset-lace — His the glory, mine is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Garret Paul Laurence Dunbar	by four, Is castle, study, den, and more,-- Altho' no carpet decks the floor, Nor down, the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Gathering of the Chieftains at Beteddein - The Palace of the Prince of the Druses Letitia Elizabeth Landon	THEY come from the mountains, in thousands they come— There breatheth no...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ghost at the Second Bridge Henry Lawson	I’d tramped as far as Hartley Vale, Tho’ tired at the start, But coming back I got a lift In Johnny Jones’s...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Gloomy Night Is Gath'ring Fast Robert Burns	'Tis not the fatal, deadly shore; Tho' death inev'ry shape appear, The wretched have no more to fear: But round my heart the ties...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Gloomy Victorian Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	His story, tho' a hoary 'un I've failed to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Goldfinch Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	No ingrate I, no niggard churl Tho' what I take you well may spare Ere azure skies have grown to pearl, With many a grace-note,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Gourd Paul Laurence Dunbar	with sunlight, Fertile with the dew and rain, Without miner's daily labour, Without artist's nightly pain, There there grows the cup I drink from,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Grand Seigneur William Henry Drummond	was fair as the fleur de lys, Tho' only a peasant maid, my dear, Only a peasant...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Grandmother Alfred Lord Tennyson	And all things look'd half-dead, tho' it was the middle of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Grateful Snake William Hayley	Thou monster, at whose hated name, The nerves...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Grey Fantail Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	And that is why we're sitting now, Tho' not for long, my brood and I, That they may be instructed how ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The hand of The Sandman Melody Mireno-Vazquez	I flee to the oceans...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Handicap Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	But one handicap stands in my way: Tho' in all else I'm 'It,' those who know me admit That I look simply awful in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Happy Man Thomas Parnell	Of this vain world's deceitful maze: And tho' the wicked earth display Its terrors in their fierce array, Or gape so wide that horrour...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Higher Pantheism Alfred Lord Tennyson	Is not the Vision He, tho' He be not that which He...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Hind and the Panther: Part I (excerpts) John Dryden	Fed on the lawns, and in the forest rang'd; Without unspotted, innocent within, She fear'd no danger, for she knew no sin. Yet had she oft...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Hog, The Sheep, And Goat, Carrying To A FAIR Anne Kingsmill Finch	To have a quick, and far extended Sight, Tho' it too often multiplies his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Holy Fair Robert Burns	Wee Miller niest the Guard relieves, An' Orthodoxy raibles, Tho' in his heart he weel believes An' thinks it auld wives' fables: But...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Hoosier Hew Ainslie	Tho' our manners might yet bear a rubbing,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Horologe Of The Fields Charlotte Smith	Tho' Fortune, Emily, deny To us these splendid works of art, The woods, the lawns, the heaths...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)