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My Triumph John Greenleaf Whittier	On woods that dream of bloom, And over purpling vines, The low sun fainter...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My Vallenkillingtime Miguel A Galindo	Stringy precious vines squirming for attention Attracting fences that have fallen into deep red...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
My Vineyard Robert William Service	Serene, afar from woe and worry I tend my vines and do not...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Mystery and wonder Harry James Paul	human heart, mystery and wonder intertwine like vines in a secluded...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Naples John Greenleaf Whittier	A new life breathes among her vines And olives, like the breath of pines Blown downward from the breezy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Naples – 1860 John Greenleaf Whittier	A new life breathes among her vines And olives, like the breath of pines Blown downward from the breezy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Near Helikon Trumbull Stickney	Down to the cornland yonder and the vines, To where the sky and sea are mixed in gray, How do all things together take their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Never Had A Chance Hattie Howard	Or broider plush with leaves and vines, No more of real labor knew Than waxen petals of the dew On native...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Not Always Good to be Tall Christiana Carter	The vines grew with more vigor than ever...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Nothing In Particular guylafortune	--- We are vestiges of youth forgotten, Blackened vines, the fruit gone...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode To Autumn John Keats	With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode to Liberty William Taylor Collins	For sunny Florence, Seat of Art, Beneath her Vines preserv'd a part, Till They, whom Science lov'd to name, (O who could fear...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode to Memory Alfred Lord Tennyson	Thou comest not with shows of flaunting vines Unto mine inner eye, Divinest...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode to Salvador Dali Federico García Lorca	A light feared by the loving vines of Bacchus and the chaotic force of curving...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode To The Setting Sun Francis Thompson	Ere Dionysus bled thy vines, Or Artemis drave her clamours through the wood, Thou saw'st how once against Olympus' height...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ode--Shell the Old City! Shell! William Gilmore Simms	All trellised round; Where gay, bright summer vines, Linked in fantastic twines With the sun's blazing lines, Rubied the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Of Farm and Life Sola Ajibogere	Yam vines, Lushly green, Stand on heap tops; And twine round yam-pegs In intricate...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Oh, Mother. Sophie H.	A lighthouse in between deaths grip and the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Old Spense Isabella Valancy Crawford	With pesky worms thet eat his vines, An' spile his summer apples, It don't seem enny kind ov sense Tew call that 'cheekin'...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On A Bank As I Sate A Fishing: A Description Of The Spring Sir Henry Wotton	New juice did stir th'embracing Vines, And Birds had drawn their Valentines: The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On A Letter Mathilde Blind	Sweet on the blossom of the vines The night-dews drop from high; But softer, sweeter far, thy lines Upon my spirit...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On Summer George Moses Horton	Now gaze with pleasure and delight; See loaded vines with melons teem-- 'Tis paradise to human...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On The Banks O' Deer Crick James Whitcomb Riley	as he goes a-lazein' by; Shadder o' the pizen-vines, and shadder o' the trees-- And I purt'-nigh said the shadder o' the sunshine and the breeze!...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On The Death Of Damon. (Translated From Milton) William Cowper	My rambling vines unwedded to the trees Bear shrivel'd grapes, my myrtles fail to please, Nor please me more...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
On The Death Of Mrs. Throckmorton's Bullfinch William Cowper	Where Rhenus strays his vines among, The egg was laid from which he sprung, And though by nature mute Or only with a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)