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Song of the Fifth River Rudyard Kipling	He knows what each will bring forth, And turns it to his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Song of the mystic whaler Ronald Tirino	winding turns through narrow straights and vibrant winds her sails are free to climb she brings hope...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Song of the Radiant Phoenix Oscar Auliq-Ice	Shine on, you beacon of eternal flame, who turns night to radiant...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Song.—Since thou wilt banish me Louisa Stuart Costello	And now thy falsehood turns to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Songs Of A Country Home Ella Wheeler Wilcox	The matron Summer, turns a wistful gaze Across green valleys, back to tender Mays; And something of her large...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Songs Set To Music: 5. Set By Mr. De Fesch Matthew Prior	Her sudden greatness turns her brain, And Strephon hopes,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet LXXIX: The Monochord Dante Gabriel Rossetti	And in regenerate rapture turns my face Upon the devious coverts of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet # 210 Luis A. Estable	And hope my pen turns worth of thoughts of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 01 - I thought once how Theocritus had sung Elizabeth Barrett Browning	Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 02 Robert Southey	Thy mind, of each domestic comfort full, Turns to itself and meditates on home, Ah think what Cares must ache within his breast Who loaths...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 101 [Ways apt and new to sing of love I'd find] Petrarch	Move with her breath, that ivory descried, Which turns to marble him who sees it near; See all, for which in this brief life below Myself I weary not...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 139: O, call not me to justify the wrong William Shakespeare	And therefore from my face she turns my foes, That they elsewhere might dart their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled William Shakespeare	Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done: Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me Are windows to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 24: “Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled…” William Shakespeare	Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done, Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me Are windows to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took William Shakespeare	And each doth good turns now unto the other, When that mine eye is famished for a look, Or heart in love with sighs...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 65: Love By Sure Proof Sir Philip Sidney	Thou whom to me such my good turns should bind, As I may well recount, but none can...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet I Elizabeth Barrett Browning	Those of my own life, who by turns had flung A shadow across...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet II. Written at Bamborough Castle. William Lisle Bowles	And turns her ear to each expiring cry; Blest if her aid some fainting wretch might save, And snatch...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet LIII: Drawn Samuel Daniel	My touch'd heart turns it to that happy coast; My joyful North, where all my fortune lies, The level of my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet LX. To An Amiable Girl Charlotte Smith	Offends the eye of taste; that turns away To seek the Lily in her fragrant...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet LXXX: From Dawn to Noon Dante Gabriel Rossetti	Even so the thought that is at length fullgrown Turns back to note the sun-smit paths, all grey And marvellous once, where first it walked alone;...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet V. To the River Tweed. William Lisle Bowles	Delighted turns thy beauteous scenes to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet VIII: Thou Poor Heart Samuel Daniel	And oft with careful turns, with silent art, Did treat the cruel Fair to yield...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XIX: On Cupid's Bow Sir Philip Sidney	My very ink turns straight to Stella's name; And yet my words, as them my pen doth frame, Avise themselves...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XVII: His Mother Dear Cupid Sir Philip Sidney	Falls to shrewd turns, and I was in his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)