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Love: To A Little Girl Sydney Thompson Dobell	Where churchyard pines their funeral vigil keep, Thou shalt rise...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Mabel Martin John Greenleaf Whittier	Below Deer Island's pines, or sees Behind it Hawkswood's belt of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part V. Isabella Valancy Crawford	'The red flames on my peaks, and how my pines 'Are cressets of pure gold; my quarried scars 'Of black crevase and shadow-fill'd canon,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Manasseh Henry Kendall	There flits a wailing through the wilted pines, So in the city of the wicked king A voice, like Abel’s crying from the ground, Made sorrow of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Manchester by Night Mathilde Blind	And like a mother's wan white face, who pines Above her children's turbulent ways, so shines The moon athwart the narrow cloudy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Marmion: Introduction to Canto I Sir Walter Scott	Where yet some faded herbage pines, And yet a watery sunbeam shines: In meek despondency they eye The withered sward and wintry...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Marmion: Introduction to Canto II. Sir Walter Scott	With narrow leaves and berries red; What pines on every mountain sprung, O'er every dell what birches hung, In every breeze what aspens...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Marthy's younkit Eugene Field	The pines an' hemlocks tosst their boughs (like they wuz arms) and made Soft, sollum music on the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Memory Jones Very	All forget the tempest blast; Soon the pines so sadly sounding Cease to mourn the storm that's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Midnight And Moonlight Roderic Quinn	And the dark of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Midnight Estate Velimir Khlebnikov	The pines are Tatared by the tempest And the Mongol rainclouds move, Yet words close in, Cains of silence,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Monody On The Death Of Chatterton Samuel Taylor Coleridge	And inly pines the self-consuming breast; (No scourge of scorpions in thy right arm...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Monody on the Death of Wendell Phillips Thomas Bailey Aldrich	The hushed wind sobs in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Mont Blanc: Lines Written in the Vale of Chamouni Percy Bysshe Shelley	Over whose pines, and crags, and caverns sail Fast cloud-shadows and sunbeams: awful scene, Where Power...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Morning Mary Darby Robinson	While polish'd Splendour pants for rest And pines in Fashion's fev'rish...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Morning Joy Claude McKay	Through the sad pines, my soul, catching its pain, Went sorrowing with it across the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Morning star.. Shantanu Chindhade	Flowers were lovely Swayed maples and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Mountain Pictures John Greenleaf Whittier	I almost pause the wind in the pines to hear, The loose rock's fall, the steps of browsing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Mountains Henry Kendall	ains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines, Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines; Shimmering...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Music in the Bush (robert w. service) Doug Blair	O'er the dark pines she sees the silver moon,And in the west, all tremulous, a star; And soothing sweet she hears...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Muzaffarabad Shariq Ejaz	Whitewashing pastures and pines, Denuding the late-fruit...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My Bees: An Allegory Helen Hunt Jackson	" Then, spicy pines the sunny hive to shield, I set, and patient for the autumn's yield Of sweet I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My Days Have Been So Wondrous Free Thomas Parnell	Ye nightingales, ye twisting...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My Garden Ralph Waldo Emerson	In my plot no tulips blow,-- Snow-loving pines and oaks instead; And rank the savage maples grow From Spring's faint flush to Autumn...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My Native Canada Thomas Baird	A country blessed with oaks and pines, And maples as its...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)