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Sonnet IX. Keen, Fitful Gusts Are John Keats	Among the bushes half leafless, and dry; The stars look very cold about the sky, And I have many miles on foot to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet LXXVIII. Snowdrops Charlotte Smith	The woods yet leafless; where to chilling airs Your green and pencil'd blossoms, trembling,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XIV: Youth's Spring-Tribute Dante Gabriel Rossetti	she yet may know The leafless blackthorn-blossom from the snow; And through her bowers the wind's way still is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XXXII. To Melancholy Charlotte Smith	to listen to the hollow sighs, Through the half-leafless wood that breathes the gale: For at such hours the shadowy phantom, pale, Oft seems to fleet...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Speak! William Wordsworth	'Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine-- Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Spider and the Ant Nife Arewa	plam tree and stare up thoughtfully at it's leafless...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Spring Henry Timrod	And there's a look about the leafless bowers As if they dreamed of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Spring and All William Carlos Williams	dead, brown leaves under them leafless vines -- Lifeless in appearance, sluggish dazed spring approaches...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Spring Song Robert Louis Stevenson	The fallows and the leafless trees And all my spirit...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
St.Valentine Jean Blewett	What matter that the wind blows chill Through leafless tree and naked vine, That snowdrifts linger on the hill, When warm love makes the pulses...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Prelude Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Before it, and the trees uplift Their leafless branches, and the air Filled with the arrows of the rain, And heard amid the mist below,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tenderness Emma Clementine	Reminds me of cardinals on leafless branches Red hot love and his pink mouth I hope he knows that if he doesn’t do it, somebody...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Athenaid: Volume II: Book the Twelfth Richard Glover	The birds yet warble on the leafless sprays, The placid surface, glaz'd by clearest light, In crystal rivers, and transparent lakes,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
THE BLESSED AND THE DAMNED John Lars Zwerenz	Outside below the boughs Of Satanic, black and leafless...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
The Burial Of The Poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	With shadows cruciform of leafless trees, As once the winding-sheet of Saladin With chapters of the Koran; but,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Bush Fire Charles Harpur	With bark-ringed trees all standing bleak and leafless, Tenfold more terrible in its ravage grew, Upclimbing to their very...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Chaplet William Makepeace Thackeray	'Although 'tis leafless...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The City at the End of Things Archibald Lampman	'Tis builded in the leafless tracts And valleys huge of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Clear Vision John Greenleaf Whittier	Of beauty in its leafless...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Cry Of The Children Elizabeth Barrett Browning	The old tree is leafless in the forest--- The old year is ending in the frost--- The old wound, if stricken, is...	Rate it (4.00 / 1 vote)
The Curlew Song Henry Kendall	Away to the forest trees, Where giant pines and leafless vines Bend 'neath the wandering...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Dead Jones Very	Dry, leafless trees no Autumn wind laid bare, And in their nakedness find cause for mirth, And all...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Den o' Fowlis William Topaz McGonagall	Among its bare end leafless withered trees, And with fear wonld almost make one's heart to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Desolate City Wilfrid Scawen Blunt	the house, with its windows barr'd, and its leafless fig-tree, Climbing round by the doorstep, the only one in the street; I knew where my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Emigrants: Book II Charlotte Smith	No shade the leafless copses yet afford, Nor hide the mossy labours of the Thrush, That, startled, darts across...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)