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The Seasons: Summer James Thomson	the fragrant load O'ercharg'd, amid the kind oppression roll. Wide flies the tedded grain; all in a row Advancing broad, or wheeling round the field,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Seer Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	The Press interviewed him a great many times, And printed his portrait, and published his rhymes; Till...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shadow Ada Cambridge	And some must fall, and some must still press on, Nor waste scant strength in unavailing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shafter Shafted Ambrose Bierce	That you should villify the public press Save while you are a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shell Isabella Valancy Crawford	I press my ear, O little shell, against thy rosy lips; Cans't tell me tales of those who go down to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shepherd's Calendar - October John Clare	Wi unpretending skill yet half divine To press and make their eldern berry wine That bottld up becomes a rousing charm To kindle winters...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shepherd's Week : Friday; or, The Dirge John Gay	Now the squeez'd press foams with our apple...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shepherd's Week : Tuesday; or, the Ditty John Gay	Marbled with sage the hardening cheese she press'd, And yellow butter Marian's skill confess'd; But Marian now devoid of country cares, Nor...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shepherd's Week : Wednesday; or, The Dumps John Gay	tobacco whiffs are born; The cleanly cheese-press she could never turn, Her awkward fist did ne'er employ the churn; If e'er she brew'd, the drink...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ship of Oak Herbert Asquith	What ship is that in the fading light with the press and the wind in her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Ship Starting Walt Whitman	below, emulous waves press forward, They surround the Ship, with shining curving motions, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shipwreck Of Idomeneus George Meredith	Where'er the press was hottest; never slacked My arm its duty, nor mine eye its aim, Though terribly they...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The short Wooing Henry King	I need not therefore importune or press; This were t'extort unwilling happiness: And much against affection might I sin: To tire...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shower (I) Henry Vaughan	is so with me : oft have I press'd Heaven with a lazy breath ; but fruitless this Pierc'd not ; love only can with quick...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Skirt Guillaume Apollinaire	My hands press down upon your willing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Song Of The Camp-Fire Robert William Service	Let my arms of comfort press you, hunger-hewn and battle-scarred: O my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Song Of The Siren Marietta Holley	Sometimes they press so near that my breath is on their cheek, And their eager hands can almost touch the glowing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Song of the Waste-Paper Basket Henry Lawson	Of the brightest gems of thought; The Press gains much of my lawful share, I am wronged without redress— But I have revenge, for I think...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Sonnets CXL - Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press William Shakespeare	not press My tongue-tied patience with too much...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Soudanese William Watson	Who loudly through the door of silence press And vie in zeal to crown death's nakedness, Not therefore shall melodious lips refrain...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The soul of the forgotten Matilda Tiana	No matter how hard I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Souls Of Those Forgotten Jason Mui	the feelings that go through my mind can i press pause fast forward and rewind or is that up to what my destiny desires maybe we're all...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Spanish Chapel Felicia Dorothea Hemans	ne'er on childhood's eye, And silken lashes press'd, Did the warm living slumber lie, With such a weight of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Fifth William Lisle Bowles	Your air-bleached and unburied carcases Shall press the ground, and, as the stars fade off, Your stony eyes glare 'mid the desert...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Statues in the Block John Boyle O'Reilly	The ripe lips smiling reached; with nestling press, As round the sailor frozen in the berg The clear ice closes on the still dead face, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)