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Alone in a Nightmare arcee calma	an underlying wish to live without any...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Alone in a Nightmare Arcee Lee	an underlying wish to live without any...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Amateur Poet Robert William Service	And look at me as if to say: "What waste of printer's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Amen amen amen Aldo Gabbay	Every day My life to the fullest I don't waste my days Sleeping in Every single day I get up at 10:00 am And the first thing I do is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
America Edgar Lee Masters	And the wastes are strewn with the bones of folly and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
American Voice David P Cronk	Feeding their greed Lay waste to democracy What was once great Smothering unity Nurturing hate It's by their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Amours de Voyage, Canto III Arthur Hugh Clough	Looking around on the waste of the rushing incurious billows, 'This is Nature,' I said: 'we are born as it were from...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Address to Poetry Helen Maria Williams	Or 'mid the fearful waste of polar night, That never glow'd at thy inspiring...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Adventure Kassandra M. Konecny	Stranded in this desk of mine, I sit and waste away when what I should be doing is traveling in another...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Answer To The Rebus, By The Author Of These Poems Phillis Wheatley	Fed Israel's army in the dreary waste; And what's on Britain's royal standard borne, But the tall, graceful, rampant...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An apology Kevin Yeits	For single nights you waste with boo For happy moments that was never For every smile which wasn't true I feel so bad...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Apology For The Clergy, Mary Barber	Why should They waste their Lungs in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Autumn Landscape Archibald Lampman	Across a waste and solitary rise A ploughman urges his dull team, A stooped gray figure with prone brow...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Autumn Sunset Edith Wharton	Above the waste of war, The silver torch-light of the evening star Wherewith to search the faces of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Easter Hymn John Charles McNeill	Thou seest, through all our waste of strife, One groping human heart, Weary of words and broken sight, But moved with deep accord...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton, Only Sist Richard Lovelace	Be blind unto the world, and drop your eyes; Waste and consume, burn downward as this fire That's fed no more: so willingly expire; Passe through...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Elegie. On The Death Of Mrs. Cassandra Cotton, Only Sister To Mr. C. Cotton. Richard Lovelace	Be blind unto the world, and drop your eyes; Waste and consume, burn downward as this fire That's fed no more: so willingly expire; Passe through...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Elegy of a Dead Relationship Belinda Richmond	Let us not waste time, if we know what is best, put this relationship in the ground for it eternal...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
AN ELEGY Upon the immature loss of the most vertuous Lady Anne Rich Henry King	Some of the waters needs must run to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Epistle To Dr. Moore Helen Maria Williams	Where Epping spreads a woody waste; Tho' unrestrain'd my fancy flies, And views in air her fabrics rise, And paints with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Epistle To Dr. Moore, Author Of A View Of Society And Manners In France, Switzerland, And Germany. Helen Maria Williams	Where Epping spreads a woody waste; Tho' unrestrain'd my fancy flies, And views in air her fabrics rise, And paints with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Epistle To William Hogarth. Charles Churchill	Whilst bubbles of distinction waste in play The hours of rest, and blunder through the day; With dice and cards opprobrious...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Epitaph John Le Gay Brereton	By ceaseless waves, that break and waste, All human record is effaced: Only our love in brief defence Shall hold the billow in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Essay on Criticism Henry John Newbolt, Sir	'Tis hard to say if greater waste of time Is seen in writing or in reading...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Excerpt from Archibald Lampman…Snow Wayne Blair	Swings by me and is gone; Or from the empty waste I hear A sound remote and clear; The barking of a dog, or call To cattle, sharply...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)