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Low Barometer Robert Seymour Bridges	The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a flail, The chimney shudders to the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Low Battery B.Hirsh	The battery is running low and twitching Only one percent left, not enough to go trying to do as...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Low Expectations Eric Norcross	This is what happens when dreams don’t come true: when the world is flung and flipped off it’s keel and the oars are lost to the current and the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Low in the Grave He Lay Robert Wadsworth Lowry	Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior, Waiting the coming day, Jesus my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Low Tide Sharon Bartshe	A pallor, like fine sand, covers the shells at low...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Low Tide Henry Abbey	While over the blue of the waves below, The white birds gleam in the sun like silver And ships in the offing come and go, And the tide is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Low tide at st. andrews Emily Pauline Johnson	(NEW...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Low Winter Sun Robert Sciolino	Golden light bathes the trees, it mingles through naked branches touched softly by the frigid breeze. Perpetual twilight hangs in the air ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Low-Anchored Cloud Henry David Thoreau	Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air, Fountain-head and source of rivers, Dew-cloth, dream-drapery, And napkin spread by fays; Drifting meadow...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Low-Tide Edna St. Vincent Millay	These wet rocks where the tide has been, Barnacled white and weeded brown And slimed beneath to a beautiful green, These wet rocks where the tide...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
PIRACY ON THE LOW SEAS Phil Roberts	The Meter Maids are on the move They’re coming south and coming fast, Their prospects sure are promising Because their piracy was...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sampling E. Pauline Johnson (Low Tide at St. Andrews) Wayne Blair	New Brunswick The long red flats stretch open to the sky, Breathing their moisture on the August air. The seaweeds cling with flesh-like fingers...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
So Low The Pedestal Lawrence S. Pertillar	So low is the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Soft, Low and Sweet Johannes Carl Andersen	Soft, low and sweet, the blackbird wakes the day, And clearer pipes, as rosier grows the gray Of the wide sky, far, far into whose deep The...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Song. Low hung the dark clouds Amelia Opie	And slowly, yet surely, the winter drew near; When Ellen, sweet Ellen, a tear on her cheek, Exclaimed as we parted, 'In...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 69: Oh Joy, Too High For My Low Style Sir Philip Sidney	Oh bliss, fit for a nobler state than me: Envy, put out thine eyes, lest thou do see What oceans of delight in me do...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XL: On the Low Margin Mary Darby Robinson	On the low margin of a murm'ring stream, As rapt in meditation's arms I lay; Each aching sense in slumbers stole away, While potent fancy form'd a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Stoop Low Lawrence S. Pertillar	To stoop low and follow behind those, Afraid of the truth to face to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sweet And Low Alfred Lord Tennyson	Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Swing high and swing low Eugene Field	While the breezes they blow - It's off for a sailor thy father would go; And it's here in the harbor, in sight of the sea, He hath left his wee babe...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Low Sky Robinson Jeffers	Could long wings or great eyes fly Under this low-lidded soft...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Low-Down White Robert William Service	This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down; There's money to burn in the streets to-night, so I've sent my klooch to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The sky is low, the clouds are mean, Emily Dickinson	The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Will H. Low Robert Louis Stevenson	Youth now flees on feathered foot Faint and fainter sounds the flute, Rarer songs of gods; and still Somewhere on the sunny hill, Or along the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Whirlpools within Low Key Shots Xiaoyuan Yin	Exclusive recipe for ‘BRONZE’: a dipsomaniac kookaburra + a bloodthirsty bat + wastelands, lagoons, and mountain ranges: 30 mg metallic luster was...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)