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An Appeal To My Countrywomen. Frances Ellen Watkins Harper	Will gather your harvest of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Appeal to My Countywomen Frances Ellen Watkins Harper	Will gather your harvest of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An April Day Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'T is sweet to visit...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An April Day. William Henry Giles Kingston	Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'Tis sweet to visit...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An April Love Alfred Austin	The sobering harvest of thy vernal...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Autumn Homily Alfred Austin	The acorns fitfully fall one by one, The final harvest of the fading year Now Summer eves and Autumn days are...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Autumn—Blooming Rose Alfred Austin	And you with me share wealth of harvest...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Elegy Upon The Death Of The Dean Of St. Paul's, Dr. John Thomas Carew	To touch their harvest; yet from those bare lands Of what is purely thine, thy only hands, (And that thy smallest...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
AN ELEGY Upon the most victorious King of Sweden Gustavus Adolphus Henry King	That when thy honours harvest was ripe grown, With full-summ'd wing thou Falcon-like wouldst fly And cuff the Eagle in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Experiment In Translation Alfred Austin	His wealth the harvest trunk and furrow yield, Nothing he recks of edicts cast in bronze, News of the hour, or...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Invitation Richard Newton Sherrer	Rather they will nourish the ground, Giving a harvest a fair...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Island Edwin Arlington Robinson	Unsparingly my corn— For a world harvest-haunted And for a world...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Old Friend James Whitcomb Riley	you here again, With all your harvest-store of olden joys,-- Vast overhanging meadow-lands of rain, And drowsy dawns, and noons...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Outdoor Reception John Greenleaf Whittier	Wild fruit that art and culture spoil, The harvest of an untilled soil; And with her one whose tender eyes Reflect the change of April skies,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ancient Spirits Brian Oliveri	watercolor garden made Take on harvest time, deeply breasted serpentine musical square microphones, notes...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Andromeda Charles Kingsley	and flax, and the hard-earned gold of the harvest, Up to the hillside vines, and the pastures skirting the woodland, Inland the floods came...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Angel Faces Dinah Maria Mulock Craik	All this life's harvest yielded, wheat or weeds, Is reaped, methinks: at my little field lies...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Anxiety Prapti Mehta	She didn't want the harvest of the seeds she'd ploughed, For, anxiety was not the thing she'd run aground, So she...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Apples Growing. William McKendree Carleton	O'er the harvest-acres bright, Came her husband's din of reaping; Near to her, an infant wight Through the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Apples Growing. Will Carleton	O'er the harvest-acres bright, Came her husband's din of reaping; Near to her, an infant wight Through the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Are you seeing this Lord? Getting this? Doug Blair	without visible distinction, and only at the harvest would their destiny of favour or flames be...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
As Dies The Year Alfred Austin	November, shower your harvest down, Chestnut, and mast, and acorn brown; For you he laboured, so pay the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
As I Walked Out One Evening W.H. Auden	The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
As I Watche'd The Ploughman Ploughing Walt Whitman	Or the sower sowing in the fields--or the harvester harvesting, I saw there too, O life and death, your analogies: (Life, life is the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Ashamed, But Not Afraid Joseph Horatio Chant	Oh, that in life's great harvest field, I may some reaping do; Early and late the sickle wield, And prove a reaper...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)