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The Noble Citizens Of Tomorrow Nikhil Parekh	the beard of their fathers with insurmountable...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Noble Moringer Sir Walter Scott	This night within thy fathers' hall she weds Marstetten's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Age Of Queen Maeve William Butler Yeats	I helped your fathers when they built these walls, And I would have your help in my great need, Queen of high...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Australian Ways Andrew Barton Paterson	Our fathers came of roving stock That could not fixed abide: And we have followed field and flock ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Brass Rail Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Oh, man will sin as his fathers sinned Since ever this world was made; But, if he must sin, then let him sin In the open,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Burying-Ground John Greenleaf Whittier	But not from them our fathers chose The village...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Issue Rudyard Kipling	This our fathers bought for us long and long...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old King's New Jester Edwin Arlington Robinson	Longer ago than cave-men had their changes Our fathers may have slain a son o two, Discouraging a further dialectic Regarding what was new; And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Man's Calendar La Fontaine	To say, his children ne'er could fathers lack: At giving counsel some have got a knack, Who, were they but at home to turn their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Squire Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	I like to be as my fathers were, In the days e’er I was...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Old Women Arthur Symons	Appealing: "I too was a dancer, when Your fathers would have been young...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Passing Show Ambrose Bierce	Your shaggy fathers in their nakedness, While on their foemen's offal they...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pastoral Letter John Greenleaf Whittier	Your wiser fathers taught the arm And sword of temporal power to serve...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Patteran Henry Lawson	I have set the lines on my children’s palms as my fathers did on mine, That the world shall know and my name shall glow in the light of the aftershine—...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pied Piper Of Hamelin Robert Browning	Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pilgrim's Fathers John Boyle O'Reilly	So held they firm, the Fathers aye to be, From Home to Holland, Holland to the sea— Pilgrims for manhood, in their little...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pine Tree John Greenleaf Whittier	What the fathers did of old time we their sons must do...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pinnocks The Dirty Life of the ghetto Dr. T. Pinnock	Fathers in a hurry for love, calls his spouts words that are hells...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The players of yesterday Ofuonyebi 'Dinobi	That's why they lost the order of their fathers name Because they spoiled the brook...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Poet's Dead Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov	___ And you, the offspring arrogant Of fathers known for malice, Crushing with slavish heels the ruins Of clans aggrieved by fortune's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Preacher John Greenleaf Whittier	And earth, which seemed to the fathers meant But as a pilgrim's wayside tent,- A nightly shelter to fold away When the Lord should...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Prisoner Derrick Puente	A prisoner in my chains The iron feels like a fathers love Does when it's estranged A dungeon of my own making I know how every stone Holds fast...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Problem Ralph Waldo Emerson	I know what say the fathers wise,-- The Book itself before me lies, Old Chrysostom, best Augustine, And he who blent...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part III Mathilde Blind	They wail That their dead fathers rage against our creed, That in dark rushing cloud and roaring gale The houseless spirits ride...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pure Norwegian Flag Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson	It takes in its folds from the fathers And bears to the sons and heirs; Bears it all pure and artless, By tokens that tempt us...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)