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A Praise of His Love Henry Howard	That spent your boasts and brags in vain; My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours, I dare well sayn, Than...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Winter Piece William Cullen Bryant	But Winter has yet brighter scenes,--he boasts Splendours beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Winter Piece. William Cullen Bryant	But Winter has yet brighter scenes, he boasts Splendours beyond what gorgeous Summer knows; Or Autumn with his many fruits, and woods...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ainsi Va le Monde Mary Darby Robinson	Stripp'd of each charm she scarcely boasts a name: Her voice no more can please the vapid throng, No more loud Pæans consecrate her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Belshazzar John Newton	The Lord of hosts defied; But vengeance soon his boasts controlled, And humbled all his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
BITTER GAME Norbert Tasev	an equivalent service with money - it boasts of new career promises and therefore can be more horrible, more deadly as if you would do...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Boast in the Lord Richard Newton Sherrer	Let no one who boasts be glorified, Boast in the glory of the Lord; Praise the one who was crucified, And humbly...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Buried Full JESUS BETANCOURT	McDonald's sign boasts ninety-nine billion served National...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Canvas of My Life Deborah Burris-Kitchen	Bruised and bloodied, yet resilient, she...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ch 01 Manner Of Kings Story 16 Sa di	Boasts of amity and calls himself thy adopted...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Chaosmosis Michael James Flynn	Later, after bumptuous boasts, They trammeled clampers to &...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Christmas Day Charles Kingsley	The tyrant in us; that ignobler self Which boasts, not loathes, its likeness to the brute, And owns no good save ease, no ill save pain, No...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Clare's Dragoons Thomas Osborne Davis	we'll soon have work to do, To shame our boasts, or prove them true, For hither comes the English crew, To sweep away Lord Clare's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Clare's Dragoons Thomas Davis	we'll soon have work to do, To shame our boasts, or prove them true, For hither comes the English crew, To sweep away Lord Clare's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Clare's Dragoons. Thomas Osborne Davis	we'll soon have work to do, To shame our boasts, or prove them true, For hither comes the English crew, To sweep away Lord Clare's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
COLOR-LOST FOG-KNIGHTS Norbert Tasev	With veiled moments of impotence, he often boasts a larger biceps...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Crispus Attucks John Boyle O'Reilly	He deems his flesh to be finer flesh, he boasts that his blood is blue: Patrician, aristocrat, tory—whatever his age or name, To the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Davideis: A Sacred Poem Of The Troubles Of David (excerpt) Abraham Cowley	All homebred malice, and all foreign boasts; Their strength was armies, his the Lord of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dedication - The Poems Of Goeth Johann Wolfgang von Goethe	I hear thee nam'd By many a one who boasts thee as his own; Each eye believes that tow'rd thy form 'tis...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dedication To Lady Windsor Alfred Austin	May he some day renew the fame And feats, who boasts the blood, of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Difference Of Station Friedrich Schiller	Even the moral world its nobility boasts--vulgar natures Reckon by that which...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Each, Every & All (a love letter) Kai Nahas	Along all coasts, boasts, harsh marshes, recording our...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Eclogue the Fourth Agib William Taylor Collins	SECANDER...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy On The Death Of A Young Man Friedrich Schiller	Boasts the graybeard, who on haughty deeds As on billows, seeks perfection's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy XIV. Declining an Invitation To Visit Foreign Countries William Shenstone	In vain he boasts of his detested prize; No more it blooms, to British climes convey'd; Cramp'd by the impulse...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)