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The Siren Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	....	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Solitary Woodsman Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts	And the wind about his eaves Through the chilly night-wet grieves, And the earth's dumb patience fills him, Fellow...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Song of the Shirt Thomas Hood	While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Songs of Summer Mathilde Blind	The swallow's forsaken the dripping eaves; Ruined and black 'mid the sodden leaves The nests are rudely swung in the blast: And ever...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Sorrow Of Love William Butler Yeats	THE brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Sorrows of Arwen Undomiel MJM Wagner	in their courses, And the faint rustling of leaves. Then to Cerin Amroth Arwen came at the last, and she lingered alone, and she mourned for the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Spells Of Home Felicia Dorothea Hemans	into many a dream; By the shiver of the ivy-leaves To the wind of morn at thy casement-eaves, By the bee's deep murmur in the limes, By the music of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Starlings Charles Kingsley	and windy mornings, Beneath the freezing house-eaves I heard the starlings sing- 'Ah dreary March month, is this then a time for building wearily?...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Swallows Robert Fuller Murray	Strips the wood of faded leaves, Calling all their wingèd host, The swallows meet above the eaves 'Come away, away,' they...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Task: Book V. -- The Winter Morning Walk William Cowper	The sparrows peep, and quit the sheltering eaves, To seize the fair occasion: well they eye The scatter’d grain, and thievishly resolved To...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Twelve Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok	But only the echo answers from among the eaves...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Witch's Daughter John Greenleaf Whittier	Its odorous grass and barley sheaves, From their low scaffolds to their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Witches Song Ruth Bedford	Blow through the keyholes, hang to the eaves, Litter the garden with dead brown leaves; Into the houses hustle and run, Here is mischevous...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Wraith Paul Laurence Dunbar	And the water drops from the eaves; But it is not rain but brine Where my dead darling...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Then And Now John McCrae	Upon the casement; but the nodding leaves Sweep lazily across the unlit pane, And to and fro beneath the shadowy eaves, Like...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Isadore Edgar Allan Poe	Beneath the vine-clad eaves, Whose shadows fall...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Robin Redbreast George Meredith	Merrily 'mid the faded leaves, O Robin of the bright red breast! Cheerily...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ultima Thule: My Cathedral Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	reclines. Enter! the pavement, carpeted with leaves, Gives back a softened echo to thy tread! Listen! the choir is singing; all the birds, In leafy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Unto one who lies at rest Helen Hunt Jackson	Moss-cups, tiarella leaves, Dappld like the adder's skin, Fungus huts with ivory eaves Which the fairies harbor...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Voices Of the Night Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	But the dark foliage interweaves In one unbroken roof of leaves, Underneath whose sloping eaves The shadows hardly...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Voices Of The Night : Prelude Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	But the dark foliage interweaves In one unbroken roof of leaves, Underneath whose sloping eaves The shadows hardly...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Washing Day Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	day-dreams on a Summer day wus sweet. I 'eaves me frame frum orf the fence, an' grab sme little axe; But, when I'm 'arf way to the shed,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Where Home Was Augusta Davies Webster	Our peach would just be new with leaves, The swallow pair that used to lay Their glimmering eggs beneath our eaves Would flutter busy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Winter Archibald Lampman	leafy thing. The wet woods moan: the dead leaves break and fall; In still night-watches wakeful men have heard The muffled pipe of many a passing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Winter Break Archibald Lampman	Dripped from the murmuring eaves till one by one They...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)