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Second Best Rupert Brooke	The greenwood laughs, the wind blows, all day long Till...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sherwood Alfred Noyes	Love is in the greenwood building him a house Of wild rose and hawthorn and honeysuckle boughs; Love it in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Song of Marion's Men William Cullen Bryant	Our fortress is the good greenwood, Our tent the cypress-tree; We know the forest round us, As seamen know the sea; We know...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Spring Carol Robert Louis Stevenson	And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush, With sun on the meadows And songs in the shadows Comes again to me The gift...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Strada Reale.—Corfu Letitia Elizabeth Landon	And yet my full heart turns to thee, My own, my greenwood...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Angler's Song Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	While the shadow in the glen Lengthens by the greenwood...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Child and the Hind Thomas Campbell	Unnoticed, he contrived to glide Adown a greenwood alley, By lilies lured - that grew beside A streamlet in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Death of Robin Hood Eugene Field	The shaws, the greenwood...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Death of William Rufus Robert Fuller Murray	And an arrow in the greenwood made De Breteuil's dream come...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Field of Waterloo Sir Walter Scott	To shade us spreads a greenwood bough; These fields have seen a hotter day Than e'er was fired by sunny ray, Yet one mile...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Indian Hunter Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	And the dance went round by the greenwood...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lord of the Isles: Canto V. Sir Walter Scott	At eve they couch'd in greenwood bower, At dawn a bugle signal, made By their bold Lord, their ranks array'd; Up sprung the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lover’s Sacrifice Victor Marie Hugo	The outlaw's couch far in the greenwood glade, I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Nightingale Bernard de Ventadorn	And through the greenwood swells the strain, Then joy I in the song and in the flower, Joy in myself, but in my lady...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rose Upon My Balcony William Makepeace Thackeray	The nightingale, whose melody is through the greenwood ringing, Was silent when the boughs were bare and winds were blowing keen: And if, Mamma, you...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Song Of Honour Ralph Hodgson	Were in the English greenwood then, And you heard one of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Strange Lady William Cullen Bryant	A day of hunting in the wilds, beneath the greenwood tree, I know where most the pheasants feed, and where the red-deer herd, And thou shouldst...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Troubadour. Canto 1 B (Eva's origin) Letitia Elizabeth Landon	On, on they went, till a greenwood screen Lay AMIRALD and his prey between: He has heard the creature sink on the ground, And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Violet Sir Walter Scott	The violet in her greenwood bower, Where birchen boughs with hazel...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Second William Wordsworth	And first we sang of the greenwood shade And a solitary Maid; Beginning, where the song must end, With her, and with her...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Baynard Taylor Sidney Lanier	By greenwood pools and pleasant...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Twas Summer Walther von der Vogelweide	Sang sweetly in my ear; And, by the greenwood's shady side, A dream came to me there; Fast by the fountain, where bright flowers Of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Two Duets Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch	I have never a wound; I go Forth to the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Two Idylls From Bion The Smyrnean Eugene Field	Once a fowler, young and artless, To the quiet greenwood came; Full of skill was he and heartless In pursuit of feathered...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Winfreda Eugene Field	When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day, The fair Winfreda bode at home To toil the weary...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)