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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXX Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	No gardened rose Scattering its leaves is chaster than she...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Rhapsody Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Upon the Earth, like to a rushing wind, Scattering the dead leaves of our discontent Ere yet we see...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Rich Man's Reverie. Marietta Holley	Scattering down the plum-trees' bloom In flakes of crimson snow - Down on the gold of the daffodils...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Roxbury Garden Amy Lowell	With a bumpety, crunching, scattering sound, Down the garden it flies; In our eyes The sun...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Storm In Summer Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	Blackbirds and jays, by hundreds, scattering, While the Earth trembled holding as it were its breath; Till suddenly an answer from the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Suplication For The Joys Of Heaven Anne Kingsmill Finch	Ambrosial dews distilling from their plumes Scattering where e'er they pass innate perfumes To Angells of innumerable sorts Subordinate in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Thunder Storm. Sarah Chauncey Woolsey	Rambling and roaring down the sky And scattering the blessed, long-harvested...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Wintry Picture Alfred Austin	Scattering the seed-corn that must sleep and dream, Till by Spring's carillon awakened...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Abraham Edwin Muir	He came, rested and prospered, and went on, Scattering behind him little pastoral kingdoms, And over each one its own particular sky, Not the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Aechdeacon Barbour John Greenleaf Whittier	Over the scattering of the sibyl's leaves Unwisely...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
After a Tempest William Cullen Bryant	The flocks came scattering from the thicket, where The violent rain had pent them; in the way Strolled groups of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An eternal over-lasting kingdom Al-Sayed Hassan	Without yellow newspapers scattering me in false letters, Without police stations burying my humming, Without the voice of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Out-Worn Sappho James Whitcomb Riley	Went laughing o'er my shoulders gleefully And scattering my love-songs far behind;-- Until, at last, I thought the world so kind-- So rich in all...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Anacreon: Ode 9 Samuel Johnson	Scattering, as thy pinions play, Liquid fragrance all the way: Is it...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Anxieties of Corrupted Times Suleiman al-fulayyih	Mother, I saw you bereaved scattering sand among the dead, and gathering crumbs of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Arisen At Last John Greenleaf Whittier	And, scattering ashes on my head, I wore, undreaming of relief, The sackcloth of thy shame and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At Eventide. Walter R Cassels	From the far hills in billows bright, Scattering foam, as they sweep past, O'er the low clouds that bank the sky, And barrier day off...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At Washington John Greenleaf Whittier	Which the hand of Power is scattering, crumbs which from its table...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Athens: An Ode Algernon Charles Swinburne	And the myriad Medes as foam-flakes on the scattering...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Autumn: Friday Morning John Bowring	Of midnight, scattering beams of light...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bacchanalia Matthew Arnold	the cumber'd plain Clearing a stage, Scattering the past about, Comes the new...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Bacchanalia Or The New Age Matthew Arnold	the cumber'd plain Clearing a stage, Scattering the past about, Comes the new...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Beatrice. (From Dante. Purgatorio, XXX., XXXI.) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Benedictus qui venis ,' And scattering flowers above and round about, ' Manibus o date lilia plenis...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Beauty and Beauty Rupert Brooke	The earth is crying-sweet, And scattering-bright the air, Eddying, dizzying, closing round, With soft and drunken laughter; Veiling...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Beggars William Wordsworth	Precursors to Aurora's car, Scattering fresh flowers; though happier far, I ween, To hunt their fluttering game o'er rock and level...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)