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Written From Dublin, To A Lady In The Country. Mary Barber	Gilding the beauteous, rising Spire, While Crystal Windows glow with Fire; Gaze, till he quit the Western Skies, And long to see his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Written In A Blank Leaf Of Macpherson's Ossian William Wordsworth	While a dark storm before my sight Was yielding, on a mountain height Loose vapours have I watched,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Written In A Fit Of Illness. R. S. S. William Cowper	While feverish pulses leap in every vein, When...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Written in a Lady's Album Joseph Rodman Drake	How frail is woman's holiest vow, Look'd down, while grace attempered thought Sate serious on his baby...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Written in Early Spring William Wordsworth	While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Written In Early Youth. The Time,--An Autumnal Evening Samuel Taylor Coleridge	When by my native brook I wont to rove While hope with kisses nursed the infant...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Written in Germany, On One of The Coldest Days Of The Century William Wordsworth	frost....	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Written In Montaignes Essays. Given To The Duke Of Shrewsbury In France, After The Peace Matthew Prior	Wisdom in English idiom shall be heard, While Talbot tells the world where Montaigne...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Written on a Bridge Arthur Hugh Clough	When scarlet beads are glistering bright, While alder boughs unchanged are seen In summer livery of green; When clouds before the cooler...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Written Upon A Blank Leaf In William Wordsworth	WHILE flowing rivers yield a blameless sport,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Written Upon The Rocks At Tunbridge, Mary Barber	what was writ, Suspend, he cries, thy Cares a--while; My Sackville soon shall bless your lsle: No longer talk of barren Bays; Remember, 'tis a Dorset...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Written With a Pencil Upon a Stone In The Wall of The House, On The Island at Grasmere William Wordsworth	Spreads out his limbs, while, yet unshorn, the Sheep, Panting beneath the burthen of their wool, Lie round him, even as...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Wrong Turn! Daniel E. Mayon	buggie bears steal 'em while you can they're gone now (sob) good time breeze nutty decisions boom, alone takes the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Wrong Way, Right Reason Doreen M. Angell	Ask what to bring, while on the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Wwf doodlegirl	While offshore oil and gas activity is inherently risky, offshore drilling is far more dangerous than...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod Eugene Field	Is a wee one's trundle-bed; So shut your eyes while Mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
XI: To Miss Adelaide Kemble, Thomas Noon Talfourd	And make their last expressions musical, To live while any heart they hush shall...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
XIII. O Time! Who Know'st a Lenient Hand to Lay... William Lisle Bowles	Forgetful, tho' its wings are wet the while: -- Yet...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
XIV. On a Distant View of England. William Lisle Bowles	As when, ere while, the tuneful morn of spring Joyous awoke amid your blooming vales, And fill'd with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Xlii Elizabeth Barrett Browning	By natural ills, received the comfort fast, While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff Gave out green leaves with morning dews...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
XV: To Lord Denman, Thomas Noon Talfourd	Of man's remotest age, whose boyhood glows While pondering o'er thy lineaments, shall fail To delegate to cold historic tale What Denman was;...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Xx Elizabeth Barrett Browning	And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light on each...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
XX: To Robert Browning Thomas Noon Talfourd	A mighty sorrow gathers while the eye Is by the sunset's waning glories fed, For they recal the forms of poets dead, Who...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Xxiii Elizabeth Barrett Browning	Can I pour thy wine While my hands tremble...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Xxv Elizabeth Barrett Browning	Which its own nature doth precipitate, While thine doth close above it, mediating Betwixt the stars and the unaccomplished...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)