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To Johan Sverdrup Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson	To you for new light now is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To loose the marble spell Danny Warren Patterson	To build a life from this To create a turning without warning An errant touch of the chisel Sends hurling a maximum-path for the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Marry Or Not To Marry? Ella Wheeler Wilcox	On my six advisers...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Antenor Katherine Philips	But yet the Wheel in turning round, At last may lift us from the ground, And when our Fortune's most severe, The less we...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
to my bed Brexy C	slepp on the right, or her nighlty tossing and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Children To My Children	To my children, turning my back is a never, because when I said it I ment it when I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Lady Berkeley Anne Killigrew	When others, at his Years were turning o're, The Acts of Heroes that had liv'd before, Their Valour to excite, when time should fit,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Old Schoolmaster John Greenleaf Whittier	Veer with every breeze about, Turning like a windmill sail, Or a dog that seeks his tail; Let them laugh to see thee fast Tabernacled...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Sister, John Greenleaf Whittier	Thou wilt not chide my turning To con, at times, an idle rhyme, To pluck a flower from childhood's clime, Or listen, at...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Never Forget Kurt Philip Behm	Until the turning stopped and my spirit released, set free, but to never...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Quiet the Clockwork of my Mind Joseph M Mitterando	The damage had been done, there was no turning back, everything had gone wrong, short of a heart...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Remember Samantha Leanne Bare aka: slb	Turning anxious thoughts into a joyful memory To...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Sunnydale Robert William Service	way is long That never has a turning; The hill is high, but there's the sky, And how the West is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Genius Of Mr. John Hall. On His Exact Translation Of Richard Lovelace	Conceive there is a noble alchymie, That's turning of this gold to something more Pretious than gold, we never knew...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Genius Of Mr. John Hall. On His Exact Translation Of Hierocles His Comment Upon The Golden Verses Of Pythagoras. Richard Lovelace	Conceive there is a noble alchymie, That's turning of this gold to something more Pretious than gold, we never knew...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Lady Wind, And Her Guests Rianna Mayer	Ever swifter do they dance, Swaying and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Memory Of Thomas Shipley John Greenleaf Whittier	Alone upon the oppressor...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Moon Charles Harpur	Turning my eyes again to heaven, Tear-quenched almost, I started with impatience strange, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Moon [Earlier Version] Charles Harpur	Turning mine eyes again to heaven, Tear-quenched almost, I started with a strange despair, To...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Reader of These Sonnets Michael Drayton	And seek elsewhere, in turning other books, Which better may his labor...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Rev. J. Gilpin, On His Improved Edition Of The "Pilgrim'S Progress." Patrick Bronte	And mounts the pulpit with a skip, Then turning round its pretty face, To smite each fair one in the place, Relaxes half to vacant smile, And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Think Of Time Walt Whitman	work, pet stock, mean stock, first out, last out, turning-in at night; To think that these are so much and so nigh to other drivers--and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To You, Ludwig (3/17/88) William Goresko	From which there has been no Turning back, saying "Look at...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To You, Unsung Frederick William (FW) Harvey	of my heart. What picturesque and inward-turning art Could shadow forth the image of my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Your Little House Mildred Bowers Armstrong	When the only sound was a quiet word Or a page...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)