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A little East of Jordan Emily Dickinson	Light swung the silver fleeces "Peniel" Hills beyond, And the bewildered Gymnast Found he had worsted...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Little Scraping Robinson Jeffers	for ambition. One does not crave power in ant-hills, nor praise in a paper forest; One must not even indulge the severe Romance of separateness, as...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Little Te Deum Of The Commonplace. A Fragment William Arthur Dunkerley	For round green hills, earth's full benignant breasts; For sun-chased shadows flitting o'er the plain; For gleam...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A little while, a little while, Emily Jane Brontë	There is a spot 'mid barren hills Where winter howls and driving rain But if the dreary tempest chills There is a light that...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A long needed break Mrs. Ruchi agarwal	On top of the hills, where quietness is only heard, where aversion can no longer impart, destined not to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Lost Dream Paul Laurence Dunbar	She shared my smiling solitude, And all the bare hills walked with me To hearken winter's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Man Perishing in the Snow: From Whence Reflections are Raised on the Miseries of Life. James Thomson	Disaster'd stands; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow; and other scenes, Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Medley: Come Down, O Maid (The Princess) Alfred Lord Tennyson	In height and cold, the splendour of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Memorial John Greenleaf Whittier	With thine upon thy homestead...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Memory John Greenleaf Whittier	Again I hear thee ca' the yowes To Cluden's hills of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Midsummer Noon in the Australian Forest Charles Harpur	In silence to the barky bough: And over hills and over plains Quiet, vast and slumbrous,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A More Ancient Mariner. Bliss Carman (William)	Lay out on the hills...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Morning Walk Myra Morris	In a vision sweet and frail, And the far-off hills that lay in dream, Pale as the dawn is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Mother Showing The Portrait Of Her Child. Jean Ingelow	Round whose bournes such great hills...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Mother's Wail Ella Wheeler Wilcox	The green of the hills to a deeper dye; The wind from the south land blows and burns, The sun grows red in the brazen...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Mountain Storm Katharine Lee Bates	Most gracious hills, in that tempestuous time, Went wild as angered bulls, with bellowing cry And goring horns...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Mystery John Greenleaf Whittier	its red ensign. So up the long and shorn foot-hills The mountain road should creep; So, green and low, the meadow fold Its red-haired kine...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A native premonition of change Lucian Tower	the Black Hills, or the Rockies, they'll be...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A new day Martin C	The morning sun rises over the hills Golden rays of light paint the sky The...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXI Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	These hills in me Stir what still lives of fancy reverent For Mother...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	What to the eye of faith were the hills worth, The voiceless forests, the unpeopled coasts, The wildernesses void of sentient...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXIII Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	On these white hills they heard Earth's thunders roll In sneers outpreaching the lost voice of God, And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A New Song to an Old Tune William Ernest Henley	Come where the bugles of England play, 'Over the hills and far...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A night in the view of a star and me. doodlegirl	Change and rolling hills of green become...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Nocturnal Reverie Anne Kingsmill Finch	While Sunburnt Hills their swarthy Looks conceal, And swelling Haycocks thicken up the Vale: When the loos'd Horse...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)