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The Wife Of Manoah To Her Husband John Greenleaf Whittier	Whose morning hope like mine had flown, When to her bosom, over-blessed, A dearer life than hers is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Wild Geese Katharine Tynan	Cry their love and are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Wild Swans At Coole William Butler Yeats	To find they have flown...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Window Just Over the Street Alice Cary	For the spring o’ th’ year and of life has flown; ’Tis the wildest night o’ the wild December, And dark in my spirit and dark in my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Woodland Brook Letitia Elizabeth Landon	Oh, days of lovely fancies, Are ye for ever...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Woods Of Westermain George Meredith	Shredded husks of seedlings flown, Mine of mole and spotted flint: Of dire wizardry no hint, Save mayhap the print that shows...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Wreath Of Forest Flowers Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon	And long ere two sunny years had flown, The girl was a wealthy bride— Removed to so high and proud a sphere That she well at times...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Wreck Laurel Bowman-Cryer	A wonderful trip, but we should have flown See there was a guy driving too Who drank a beer, maybe a few He also had a massive...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Young Friar Alfred Noyes	Before that curfew tolled, Had flown for ever through the wood – Hundreds of years ago it...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Then And Now John McCrae	I half forget how truant years have flown Since I looked up to see her chamber-light, Or catch, perchance, her slender shadow thrown...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
There Is A Spell In Autumn Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev	The birds have flown, we hear no more their clamour, But winter's angry winds not soon will start to blow - Upon...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
There Was A Time, I Need Not Name George Gordon Lord Byron	To think how all that love hath flown; Transient as every faithless kiss, But transient in thy breast...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Thespian Misstep Kurt Philip Behm	One change in direction —and all meaning has...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
They are all Gone into the World of Light Henry Vaughan	22 At first sight, if the bird be flown; 23 But what fair well or grove he sings in now, 24 That is to him...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Think Not, Not For A Moment Let Your Mind Edna St. Vincent Millay	Beauty beyond all feathers that have flown Is free; you shall not hood her to your wrist, Nor sting her eyes, nor have her for your own In...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Thyrsis a Monody Matthew Arnold	comer, he is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Time piece Sam madeyin	florescence mingled flown Was seen as Iridium clown Soon get fader and rushes away with times pieces Janitor,hours...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Timepieces Sam madeyin	florescence mingled flown Was seen as Iridium clown Soon get fader and rushes away with times pieces Janitor,hours...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To E. H. K. Paul Laurence Dunbar	So, tho' the pregnant years have come and flown, Lives come and gone and altered like mine own, This poem comes to me a shibboleth: Brings...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To A Butterfly Resting Upon A Skull Felicia Dorothea Hemans	They that have burst the prison-house are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To A Departed Spirit Felicia Dorothea Hemans	Like a faint breeze: - oh, from that music flown, Send back one sound, if love's be quenchless life, But once,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To a Lady of Quality, Fitting Up Her Library William Shenstone	Where are our humbler tenets...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To a Pine Tree Henrik Wergeland	And far thy somber glance ahs flown To spires like pine-trees shaped in stone, Perceiving, with a wistful groan, The portrait...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Brooklyn Bridge Harold Hart Crane	of the sky's acetylene; All afternoon the cloud-flown derricks turn . . . Thy cables breathe the North Atlantic...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Charles Cowden Clarke John Keats	Thus have I thought; and days on days have flown Slowly, or rapidly--unwilling still For you to try my dull, unlearned...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)