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Saša Milivojev - PRIMORDIAL SIN Saša Milivojev	Myself standing Frozen Afraid of the hoarse sound of the organ But since I exist I will not allow Oneness to be on two world’s sides Fate...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Scotland's Winter Edwin Muir	The water at the mill Sounds more hoarse and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sea-Shore Memories Walt Whitman	Over the hoarse surging of the sea, Or flitting from brier to brier by day, I saw, I heard at intervals,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Seaweed Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	The Orkneyan skerries, Answering the hoarse Hebrides; And from wrecks of ships, and drifting Spars, uplifting On the desolate, rainy seas;...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Secret speech Norbert Tasev	command-voice of judgment, and the mournful, hoarse chime of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Silence David Herbert Lawrence	With a loud, hoarse sigh: Or the wind shakes a ravel of light Over the dead-black river, Or night’s last...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Simply Useless Nikhil Parekh	hoarse voice that wrecks out the last ounce of blissful sleep from all those in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break Walt Whitman	Where our hoarse Niagara rumbles, where our prairie-plows are ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Skipper Ireson's Ride John Greenleaf Whittier	And cracked with curses the hoarse refrain: 'Here's Flud Oirson, fur his horrd horrt, Torr'd an' futherr'd an' corr'd in a corrt...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sobriety Robert B. Repenning	Hoarse, wasted groanings, mired in regret and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Song Of The Redwood-Tree Walt Whitman	With the surge for bass and accompaniment low and hoarse, With crackling blows of axes, sounding musically, driven by strong arms, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet LVII: Like As the Lute Samuel Daniel	Else harsh my style, untunable my Muse, Hoarse sounds the voice that praiseth not her name; If any pleasing relish here I use, Then judge...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet LXVI: The Night-Flood Rakes Charlotte Smith	Mourns the hoarse Ocean, seeming to deplore All that are buried in his restless waves— Mined by corrosive tides,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet LXX: On Being Cautioned Against Walking on an Headland Overlooking the Sea, Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic Charlotte Smith	Chills his cold bed upon the mountain turf, With hoarse, half-utter'd lamentation, lies Murmuring responses to the dashing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet To Love Helen Maria Williams	When the hoarse tempest of the night is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet To The Curlew Helen Maria Williams	The Curlew blends his melancholy wail With those hoarse sounds the rushing waters...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XIV Louise Labe	My voice is hoarse and my hands lost their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XLI : Through Death to Love Dante Gabriel Rossetti	Of hoarse-tongued fire and inarticulate sea,— Even such, within some glass dimmed by our breath, Our...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XVI: Happy In Sleep Samuel Daniel	Nought do I crave but love, death, or my Lady, Hoarse with crying mercy, mercy yet my merit; So man vows and prayers e'er made I, That now at...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sound and Sense Alexander Pope	The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar; When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sparkles From The Wheel Walt Whitman	streets; The low, hoarse purr of the whirling stone--the light-press'd blade, Diffusing, dropping, sideways-darting,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Spiders: The Ministry of Webs David Ferguson	system of the genuine matrix of this hoarse reality I shared a life in foster care where you strummed on the emotional violin ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Spiders: The Ministry of Webs David M Ferguson	system of the genuine matrix of this hoarse reality I shared a life in foster care where you strummed on the emotional violin ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Taboo Elizabeth Guardado	I want to talk but I am too hoarse Is this reality, must be a dream Wait a minute, I remember the screams I have to be quiet and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XVII. -- King Svend Of The Forked Beard Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Unto King Olaf's force, Lying within the hoarse Mouths of Stet-haven; Him to ensnare and bring, Unto the Danish king, Who his dead corse...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)