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Proud Music Of The Storm Walt Whitman	)...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Quart Pot Creek James Brunton Stephens	Linking curious fancies, modern, mediaeval, and antique— Suddenly the sun descended, and a radiance ruby-splendid, With the gleam of water...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Revisited Innocence Lawrence S. Pertillar	Now an...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Rosalind and Helen: a Modern Eclogue Percy Bysshe Shelley	It was a vast and antique wood, Through which they took their way; And the gray shades of evening O'er that green...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Rose Trellis Regina Elliott	copse thick with raspberries, antique off-white wooden trellis delicate banner of many peach-hued roses feminine in their June...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Ruins Robert William Service	Another ruin soon I saw; No antique tower, gaunt and grey, But modern manor rubbled raw; And on its sill a maiden sat, And told me...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ruins of Rome, by Bellay Edmund Spenser	And for your antique fury here do call, The whiles that I with sacred horror sing, Your glory, fairest of all...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Satire I John Donne	Our subtile-witted antique youths will weare; Then thou, when thou depart'st from mee, canst show Whither, why, when,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Shayad wo pyaar nahi Utkarsh Rathod	Kyonki yaar pehli nazar me to hume antique chize bhi pasand aa jati hain Par hum use ghar me rakhte hain dikhane ke...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Shrinkage Douglas H. Mc Clintock	But to my surprise, I have become an antique, One person who still loves me is Jesus He says you are near home, so hang tough...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sibyl John Howard Payne	THIS is the glamour of the world antique: The thyme-scents of Hymettus fill the air, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Silence Thomas Hood	But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox or wild hyæna calls, And owls, that...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Skipper Ireson's Ride John Greenleaf Whittier	Bacchus round some antique vase, Brief of skirt, with ankles bare, Loose of kerchief and loose of hair, With...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Song - Stay, Phoebus, stay! Edmund Waller	Well does this prove The error of those antique books, Which made you move About the world; her charming looks Would fix your beams, and make...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Song Of Renunciation, A Owen Seaman	O 'noble and nude and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Song of the Moon Claude McKay	Whose silver seems antique and so severe Against the glow of one electric...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 01 - I thought once how Theocritus had sung Elizabeth Barrett Browning	And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 106: When in the chronicle of wasted time William Shakespeare	I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 17: Who will believe my verse in time to come William Shakespeare	And stretchèd metre of an antique...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 19: Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws William Shakespeare	Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen, Him in thy course untainted do allow, For beauty's pattern to succeeding...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet 59: If there be nothing new, but that which is William Shakespeare	Show me your image in some antique book, Since mind at first in character was...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet I Elizabeth Barrett Browning	And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet IX. Charlotte Smith	Pours out some tale antique of rural...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XXVI: Where Antique Woods Mary Darby Robinson	Where antique woods o'er-hang the mountains's crest,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnets from the Portuguese i Elizabeth Barrett Browning	And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw in gradual vision through my tears The sweet, sad years, the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)