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To An Astrologer Ella Wheeler Wilcox	To ebb and flow, and that my natal star Stands like a stern-browed sentinel in space And challenges events; nor lets one grief, Or joy,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Charles Sumner John Greenleaf Whittier	Who, momently by Error's host assailed, Stands strong as Truth, in greaves of granite mailed; And, tranquil-fronted, listening over all...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To dance with love Satya Pattnaik	When column of despair Stirs from mind Heart stands with a precious smile And lean against Pains...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To do the right thing! Devon Bates	Truly, remember real love stands tall even against all...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Dora William Wordsworth	From this corporeal frame; whereon who stands, Is seized with strong incitement to push forth His arms, as swimmers use, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Hafiz Thomas Bailey Aldrich	Where she stands smiling, we kneel down to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To His Forsaken Mistress Sir Robert Aytoun	The morning rose that untouch'd stands Arm'd with her briers, how sweet she...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Hope Mathilde Blind	He lifts the latch, and with one bound of joy He stands in the low room, beside the hearth, Where sits his winsome wife, and rocks her babe With...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Horror Robert Southey	Cold on his brow convulsing stands the dew, And night eternal darkens on his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Japan Francis William Lauderdale Adams	The lips of Her who stands among the rest With greasy righteous soul and rotten...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Jim Henry Lawson	With eyes and heart that tire, As solemnly he stands before The screen drawn round the fire; With hands behind clasped hand in hand, Now loosely...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Johan Sverdrup Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson	My childhood's faith unshaken stands, And thence our equal rights deriving, I for a people free am striving And brotherhood in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To L. H. B. (1894-1915 ) Katherine Mansfield	By the remembered stream my brother stands Waiting for me with berries in his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mignon Johann Wolfgang von Goethe	THERE stands on yonder high mountain A castle built of yore, Where once lurked horse and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mr. Addison on His Tragedy of Cato Thomas Tickell	When thy firm hero stands beneath the weight Of all his sufferings venerably great; Rome's poor remains still...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Father (Translated From Milton) William Cowper	And Atlas stands unconscious of his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Sister William Wordsworth	The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Nest Robbin T. Hartridge	nestled into scratchy stands of Oak, Pinon, Serviceberry & Rabbitbrush and peeking over as I stiffly walked up the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Pius IX John Greenleaf Whittier	The Lombard stands no more at bay, Rome's fresh young life has bled in vain; The ravens scattered by the day...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To R. K. James Kenneth Stephen	Into countless smithereens: When there stands a muzzled stripling, Mute, beside a muzzled bore: When the Rudyards cease from kipling ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Sir George Howland Beaumont, Bart From the South-West Coast Or Cumberland 1811 William Wordsworth	Through half the summer, stands with top cut sheer, Like an unshifting weathercock which proves How cold the quarter that the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Sir Henry Goodyere John Donne	Leaves growing, and stands such, or else decays ; But he which dwells there is not so ; for he Strives to surge upward,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Sweden Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson	Round Palnatoki gather; Near Charles the Twelfth stands Tordenskjold, Placid, and smiling...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The City Of Bombay Rudyard Kipling	Blessing her where she stands For strength above their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To The Lord Chancellor Percy Bysshe Shelley	And whilst that sure slow Angel which aye stands Watching the beck of Mutability Delays to execute her high commands, And, though a nation...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)