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To Daisies Francis Thompson	The fields ye still inhabit whence My world-acquainted treading strays, The country where I did commence;...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Dr. Moore, Helen Maria Williams	A purple harvest on the sunny...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Dream of All the Possibilities Oscar Auliq-Ice	I long to feel the warmth of the sun, To run in fields and feel the grass undone, To see the world with fresh new eyes, And hear the birds sing in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Elsie William Carlos Williams	deer going by fields of goldenrod in the stifling heat of September Somehow it seems to destroy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Emma George Gordon Lord Byron	We lingering look a last...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Germany Charles Hamilton Sorley	But gropers both through fields of thought confined We stumble and we do not...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To His Dead Body Siegfried Sassoon	Up lonely, glimmering fields to find new day, Slow-rising, saintless, confident and kind— Dear, red-faced father God who...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To His Lady Edith Nesbit	The hedge is white with buds of May, The fields are green with Spring, Oh, give your bard a holiday: He does not want to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Hope Mathilde Blind	walls stood with a hungry stare, The golden cornfields, weighed down by their wealth, Sway to and fro; purling the brook flows on; And, like a bit of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Idleness Harriet Monroe	Now you will follow The flight of song through fields with daisies...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To James T. Fields John Greenleaf Whittier	Where sweet with flowers the fields...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Joanna William Wordsworth	Among the woods and fields, we love you well, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To John Nichol: Sonnets Algernon Charles Swinburne	Have led through fields diverse of flower and fruit Yet no cross wind has once relaxed the root We set long since...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To L.T. in Florence Thomas Bailey Aldrich	To these familiar fields and woodlands dear, And I had given all Titian's goddesses For one poor cowslip or...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Lydia Maria Child John Greenleaf Whittier	Over what pleasant fields of Heaven Dawns the sweet sunrise of his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Margaret W------ Charles Lamb	Of lowly fields you think no scorn; Yet gayest gardens would adorn, And grace, wherever...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Mr. Lawrence John Milton	Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
TO Mr.I.L. John Donne	your fat beasts, stretch'd barns, and labour'd fields, Eat, play, ride, take all joys which all day yields, And then again to your embracements...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Country Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov	Framed gold by fertile fields the sacred picture...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To my Friend Mr. Motteux, on His Tragedy Called Beauty in Distress, Published in 1698 John Dryden	the saints would see In fields performed their plotted...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Friend OnThe Death Of His Sister John Greenleaf Whittier	Lo, the fields of harvest Lie white in view She lives and loves thee, and the God thou servest To both is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To my Honoured Kinsman John Driden, of Chesterton, in the County of Huntingdon, Esq. John Dryden	So may your stores and fruitful fields increase; And ever be you blessed, who live to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Land Rachel Bluwstein	Which runs across the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My Old Friend, William Leachman James Whitcomb Riley	And the snowflakes whirlin', whirlin', and the fields a frozen glare, And the neghbors' sleds and wagons congergatin'...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Natasha Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin	As the sleeping night turns gray; The barren cornfields lose their gold; The lively stream has now turned cold; The curly woods are gray and stark, And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)