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DEAR MOON-A-LISA Dr Surya Kumar Daimari	And yet sometimes, in a fast running brook ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Death Of Captain Cooke, William Lisle Bowles	Thy laurel-circled home, endeared in vain, The brook, the church, those chestnuts darkly-green, Yon fir-crowned summit, and the village...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Death-Doomed. Will Carleton	The pebbled brook behind the orchard, that laughs upon its way, The flowers that bloom in the dear old garden,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Death-Doomed. William McKendree Carleton	The pebbled brook behind the orchard, that laughs upon its way, The flowers that bloom in the dear old garden,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Death. A Dialogue Henry Vaughan	Tenant for years, and centuries ; How wilt thou brook't...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dedication To Providence Robert William Service	My rhymes rippled like a brook, My stanzas bloomed like blossoms gay: And that is why I dream this book A...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Defiance Walter Savage Landor	In vain will you remember how Like a slim brook the gamesome maid Sparkled, and ran into the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Delirium Kieran Sam	fireflies from the brook I would run, to the elm tree in the white night; For the gaze of a full-moon from that...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Democritus And The People Of Abdera (Prose Fable) Jean de La Fontaine	Sitting in leafy shade, beside a brook, and with many a volume at his feet, he was occupied wholly with a study of the convolutions...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Diamonds and Blood Harry C. Craft III	like a slow-moving brook down the ring finger of the lifeless blonde goddess and fall to a puddle below her car door ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dion William Wordsworth	Which no philosophy can...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dirge Paul Laurence Dunbar	Cool and green and sweet, Where the gentle brook may pass Crooning at her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Donica - A Ballad Robert Southey	He would not brook delay, But press'd the not unwilling Maid To fix the bridal...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Donica. Robert Southey	He would not brook delay, But press'd the not unwilling Maid To fix the bridal...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dressing the Doll William Brighty Rands	With sheep, and a shed, and a shallow brook, And all that, out of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dungog Henry Kendall	I would not ask you, friends, to brook An old, old truth from me, If I could shut a Poet’s book Which haunts me like the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dunold Mill-Hole Letitia Elizabeth Landon	The brook which runs through it is broken by the pointed rock into many waterfalls, and also feeds...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Earlier Poems : The Spirit Of Poetry Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	In the green valley, where the silver brook, From its full laver, pours the white cascade; And, babbling low amid the tangled woods,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Early One Morning Edward Thomas	I heard the brook through the town gardens...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Earth William Cullen Bryant	Paths in the thicket, pools of running brook, And banks and depths of lake, and streets and lanes Of cities, now that living sounds are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Eclogue I. The Old Mansion-House. Robert Southey	With men whose fathers I remember boys; The brook that used to run before my door That's gone to the great pond; the trees I learnt To climb...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Edmund's Wedding Mary Darby Robinson	By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy in April and September Wilfred Owen	Look,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy IX. He Describes His Disinterestedness to a Friend William Shenstone	Down yonder brook my crystal beverage flows; My grateful sheep their annual fleeces bring; Fair in my garden...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elysium Friedrich Schiller	By the sweet brook that o'er its pebbly bed In silver plays, and murmurs to the shore, Hears the stern clangor...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)