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Sonnet XII Alan Seeger	Like as a dryad, from her native bole Coming at dusk, when the dim stars emerge, To a slow river at whose silent verge Tall poplars tremble and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XII Elizabeth Barrett Browning	Indeed this very love which is my boast, And which, when rising up from breast to brow, Doth crown me with a ruby large enow To draw men's eyes and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XII Edmund Spenser	ONe day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies, to make a truce and termes to entertaine: all fearlesse then of so false enimies, which sought me to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XII Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton	I STAND beside the waves,--the mournful waves,-- Where thou didst stand in silence and in fear, For thou wert train'd by custom's haughty slaves, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XII. To Mrs. Siddons Samuel Taylor Coleridge	As when a child on some long winter's night Affrighted clinging to its Grandam's knees With eager wond'ring and perturbed delight Listens strange...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XII. On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour John Keats	Give me a golden pen, and let me lean On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far; Bring me a tablet whiter than a star, Or hand of hymning...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XII: The Lovers' Walk Dante Gabriel Rossetti	Sweet twining hedgeflowers wind-stirred in no wise On this June day; and hand that clings in hand:— Still glades; and meeting faces scarcely fann'd:—...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XII: Cupid, Because Thou Sir Philip Sidney	Cupid, because thou shin'st in Stella's eyes, That from her locks, thy day-nets, noe scapes free, That those lips swell, so full of thee they be, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XII: Indeed This Very Love Elizabeth Barrett Browning	Indeed this very love which is my boast, And which, when rising up from breast to brow, Doth crown me with ruby large enow To draw men's eyes and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XII: My Spotless Love Samuel Daniel	My spotless love hovers with white wings About the temple of the proudest frame, Where blaze those lights fairest of earthly things Which clear our...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XII: Now, O'er the Tesselated Pavement Mary Darby Robinson	Now, o'er the tessellated pavement strew Fresh saffron, steep'd in essence of the rose, While down yon agate column gently flows A glitt'ring...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XII: That Learned Father Michael Drayton	To the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tale XII George Crabbe	'SQUIRE THOMAS; OR THE PRECIPITATE...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XII. -- King Olaf's Christmas Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	At Drontheim, Olaf the King Heard the bells of Yule-tide ring, As he sat in his banquet-hall, Drinking the nut-brown ale, With his bearded Berserks...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto XII. Coventry Patmore	Preludes....	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto XII. Coventry Patmore	Preludes...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Borough. Letter XII: Players George Crabbe	These are monarchs none respect, Heroes, yet an humbled crew, Nobles, whom the crowd correct, Wealthy men, whom duns pursue; Beauties shrinking from...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Brus Book XII John Barbour	[The king prepares his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	ON READING CERTAIN LETTERS Reading these lines, this record of lost days Where I am not, and yet where love has been, This tale of passions...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Song Of Hiawatha XII: The Son Of The Evening Star Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by the magic arrow, Staining all the waves...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
XII. Written at a Convent. William Lisle Bowles	IF chance some pensive stranger, hither led, His bosom glowing from majestic views, The gorgeous dome, or the proud landscape's hues, Should ask...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Yesterday and Today XII Khalil Gibran	The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as a vulture hovers over a carcass,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XII Benjamin Brantley	We seem as poets, always to know love By blessed intuition, so to speak Of dulcet beauties and heaven above And wherefore in whose arms we will be...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)