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The Poet and his Muse John Boros	An old fable that took flight It filled their heads throughout the day And sparked their dreams at...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Poet's Song Archibald Lampman	and strode the plain; Round the grim mountain-heads it passed, Down whistling valleys blast on blast, Surged in upon the snapping trees, And swept...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Power of Music John Fletcher	Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
THE POWER OF THEIR LOOKS Trueman Myaka	They carry bread on their heads But immediately they are here at the Clinic Only a nurse can tell what's going on They...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Praise of Pindar in Imitation of Horace His Second Ode, Book 4 Abraham Cowley	About the trees' new-blossomed heads, About the gardens' painted beds, About the fields and flowery meads, And all inferior...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Prayer on the Pier Henry Clay Work	Heads are bared, and knees are bended; Voices all are silent there, Save but the throbbing of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Prayer-Seeker John Greenleaf Whittier	Why cheeks grow pale, why eyes o'erflow, Or heads are white, thou need'st not...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Princess (part 3) Alfred Lord Tennyson	In shadow, but the Muses' heads were touched Above the darkness from their native...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Princess (prologue) Alfred Lord Tennyson	There moved the multitude, a thousand heads: The patient leaders of their Institute Taught them with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Prophecy Of Capys Thomas Babbington Macaulay	And maids who shriek to see the heads, Yet, shrieking, press more...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part I Mathilde Blind	Their tonsured heads, the monks adoring kneel; While...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Quaker Alumni John Greenleaf Whittier	And, with hearts warmer grown as your heads grow more cool, Play over the old game of going to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Race Douglas H. Mc Clintock	Heads bent down, and grinding legs Our bikes had become a human machine, 2 grown men competing to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rain of Love Will Fall Ofuonyebi 'Dinobi	-falling from high places -upon all...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rainy Day Rabindranath Tagore	trees in a row by the lake are smiting their heads against the dismal sky; the crows with their dragged wings are silent on the tamarind...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 3 Alexander Pope	Caps on their heads, and halberds in their hand; And parti-colour'd troops, a shining train, Draw forth...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 4 Alexander Pope	If e'er with airy horns I planted heads, Or rumpled petticoats, or tumbled beds, Or caus'd suspicion when no soul was rude, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Recall Rudyard Kipling	Over their heads in the branches Of their new-bought, ancient trees, I weave an incantation And draw them to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Red Flower Henry Van Dyke	They packed the windows with bullet heads And caps of hodden gray; They laughed and sang and shouted loud When the trains were brought to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Red Ridges LXIV Tochukwu Esq	See our airports growing heads and tails of goodness We trust you to check your level with your mates yonder So your theater...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Results Of Thought William Butler Yeats	What heads shake or...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rhyme of Joyous Garde Adam Lindsay Gordon	Knees bended and heads bow'd down and bared, We listened throughout the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Sad Day Thomas Flatman	When friends shall shake their heads, and say Of miserable me-- 'Hark, how he...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Sage Enamoured And The Honest Lady George Meredith	Where beats her secret life, grey heads will spin Quick as the young, and spell those hieroglyphs Of phosphorescent dusk, devoutly...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Sand-Man Paul Laurence Dunbar	And busy lips grow dumb; When little heads Nod toward the beds, We know the sand-man's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)