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Sylvester L Eaves

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The Land of the Exile Rabindranath Tagore	the heavy rain patters for hours on the bamboo leaves, and our windows shake and rattle at the gusts of wind, I like to sit alone in the room, mother,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Last Meeting Siegfried Sassoon	stood Dark in their noble canopies of leaves. I thought: ‘A little longer I’ll delay, And then he’ll be more glad to hear my feet, And with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lily Bed Isabella Valancy Crawford	Stillness sat in his lodge of leaves; Clung golden shadows to its...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Longbeard's Saga: A.D. 400 Charles Kingsley	thence Odin Allfather; From under the cloud-eaves Smiles out on the heroes, Smiles on chaste housewives all, Smiles on the brood-mares, Smiles on...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lost Mistress Robert Browning	About your cottage...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lower 6th stanley wilkin	its wide doors and along the eaves like stubborn ribbons, the compromising statues on the lawns look human under the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Maid of Gerringong Henry Kendall	“Oh, the Purpose scattered from me, like the withered autumn...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Misanthrope Reclaimed - ACT I. George W Sands	With nought but your rude eaves to shield me from The winter's cold or summer's heat, than be One of the hundred thousand...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Need to Love Alan Seeger	Clouds, window-framed, beyond the huddled eaves When summer cumulates their golden chains, Or from the parks the smell of burning leaves,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Night was wide, and furnished scant Emily Dickinson	And drove away the Leaves November left—then clambered up And fretted in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Home Calls Lucy Maud Montgomery	The swallows flutter about my eaves as in the years of old, And close about me their steadfast arms the lisping pine trees...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Homestead Eugene Field	the pond, The crickets an' the locusts in the leaves, The brook that chased the trout adown the hillside just beyond, An' the swallers in their nests...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Manor House Ada Cambridge	And rocked the faithful rooks asleep, and strewed the terraces with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The olde barn Francis M. Faber Jr. aka Hayward C. Beach	Sparrows fly up to my eaves and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Poet M. Gunn	he has spent multiple hours under with Vienna’s...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Poet M Gunn	He has spent many hours underneath Vienna’s...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Poet And His Book Edna St. Vincent Millay	By a dripping rafter Under the discoloured eaves, Out of trunks with hingeless covers Lifting tales of saints and lovers, Travellers,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Princess (part 4) Alfred Lord Tennyson	Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her, what I tell to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Princess: A Medley: O Swallow Alfred Lord Tennyson	Fly to her, and fall upon her gilded eaves, And tell her, tell her, what I tell to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Progress of Spring Alfred Lord Tennyson	Come Spring, for now from all the dripping eaves The spear of ice has wept itself away, And hour by hour unfolding woodbine...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Prophecy of Samuel Sewall John Greenleaf Whittier	And glimpses of chimneys and gabled eaves, Through green elm arches and maple leaves,- Old homesteads sacred to all that can Gladden...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Room Beneath the Rafters Ella Wheeler Wilcox	And sighing poplars brushed their leaves Against the humbly sloping...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Season Of The Harvest Liam Ó Comáin	In the eaves abodes are vacant For the swallows all have flown Across the earth's fair surface to ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Sentimental Bloke Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	An', when at last 'e shuts 'is little book, I 'eaves a sigh that nearly bust me vest. But 'Eavens! Now 'ere's muvver goin' crook! An' sobbin'...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shadow Ada Cambridge	Bees hum all day amid the young spring leaves; The rooks caw loud from every elm- tree bough; The sparrows twitter in the old church eaves —...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)