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HAPI BIRTHDAY RANTINGS Jerry Wayne Lawrence, Jr.	Weather Calling 4 The Finer Holyday...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
His Immortality Thomas Hardy	I saw a dead man's finer part Shining within each faithful heart ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Honours - Part1 Jean Ingelow	'And yet to you and not to me belong Those finer instincts that, like second sight And hearing, catch creation's undersong, And see...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
How Bateese Came Home William Henry Drummond	20 More finer dan de Presbytere, w'en I am come riche...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hymn VII: Let the Beasts Their Breath Resign John Wesley	You, with will and memory blest, You, with finer sense endued, Creatures capable of God; Noblest of his creatures, why, Why will you for ever...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
I Do Not Love Thee For That Fair Thomas Carew	Though the wires thereof be drawn Finer than threads of lawn, And are softer than the leaves On which the subtle spider...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
I watched the Moon around the House (629) Emily Dickinson	Upheld in rolling Air By finer Gravitations -- Than bind Philosopher...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
I would not paint—a picture Emily Dickinson	Nor would I be a Poet— It's finer—own the Ear— Enamored—impotent—content— The License to revere, A privilege so awful What would...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ideals Edgar Albert Guest	We must leave our children the finer...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Westminster Abbey Thomas Bailey Aldrich	Is on the wing of heavenly thought upborne To finer ether, and becomes a voice For all the voiceless, God annointed him: His name shall be a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Internal Harmony George Meredith	So that I draw the breath of finer air, Station is nought, nor footways laurel-strewn, Nor rivals tightly belted for the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Investigating Flora Andrew Barton Paterson	He had striven finer feelings In our natures to implant By his Treatise on the Morals Of the Red-eyed Bulldog...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ione Paul Laurence Dunbar	This was Ione; a spirit finer Ne'er burned to ash its house of clay; A soul instinct with fire diviner Ne'er fled athwart...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
It Sits In Judgment Kurt Philip Behm	No matter how the phrases turn “THEY LACK THE FINER STUFF” It sits in judgment undeterred to flame and scold unbound To speak when...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
It's Sunday Morning Doreene Felder	No time to hesitate But appreciate The finer things The greater things The precious things That only God brings The worldly things ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
It's The Mornings Danesha “NESH” Robinson	to keep you lit, that good life, you know the finer...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
J. E. B. Arthur Sherburne Hardy	Below this broken life, he ever wove The finer substance of a life to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Jap Miller James Whitcomb Riley	He didn't dress no finer, ner rag out in fancy clothes; But his voice in Council-meetin's is a turrer to his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Johnnie Courteau William Henry Drummond	You never can see de finer sight W'en he go lak dat on de w'ole...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Jubilate Agno: Fragment B, Part 4 Christopher Smart	For a toad enjoys a finer prospect than another creature to compensate his...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Kilts, Ye Ken Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	Left - right - was ever a sight Finer by burn or...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Let the Beasts Their Breath Resign Charles Wesley	You, with will and memory blest, You, with finer sense endued, Creatures capable of God; Noblest of his creatures, why, Why will you for ever...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Licia Sonnets 47 Giles Fletcher The Elder	Not rude like that which finer wits decline, But such as Muses to the best...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Lines to Him Who Will Understand Them Mary Darby Robinson	My soul's quick senses shall inspire; With finer nerves my heart shall beat, Touch'd by Heaven's own PROMETHEAN heat; ITALIA'S gales shall...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Lines written as a School Exercise at Hawkshead, Anno Aetatis William Wordsworth	Dead to the sense of every finer joy; Nor that vile wretch who bade the tender age Spurn Reason's law and humour Passion's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)