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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09: Cabaret Conrad Potter Aiken	The one you love leans forward, smiles, deceives you, Opens a door through which you see dark...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 06: Cinema Conrad Potter Aiken	Look how the organist's head, in silhouette, Leans to the lamplit music's orange...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The House of the Commonwealth Roderic Quinn	"...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Huntsman's Horse William Henry Ogilvie	He leans on the bit and he lays to his speed, To the winds of the open his stiffness he throws, And...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Iron Horse James Whitcomb Riley	The mother waits thy ringing pace; The father leans an anxious ear The thunder of thy hooves to hear; The lover listens, far away, To catch thy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Key (A Moorish Romance) Thomas Hood	' Sancho Panza in Don...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Kid Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	An' then, I leans acrost an' kisses 'er; An' all the room gits sorter blurred an' dim...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Kiss Anthony J Leckner	Held breath as she leans in close An eased tilt and pressed gently, Each kiss to be saved and stored, Each on...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lame Brother Charles Lamb	He leans on me, when we to school Do every morning walk; I cheer him on his weary way, He loves to hear...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Last Parting Katharine Tynan	She leans on him in the old way, Her staff is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lost Embassy Edith Nesbit	And all the lilies died yesterday; The Princess leans from her steel-wrought tower To watch for her butterflies hour by...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Lugubrious Whing-Whang James Whitcomb Riley	-- An' nen when I _tell_ him I don't, he leans Like he was a-grindin' on some machines An' says: Ef I _don't_, w'y, I don't know...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Medal John Dryden	To his first bias longingly he leans And rather would be great by wicked...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Monk Archibald Lampman	Poor Nino leans upon his book, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Morai Helen Maria Williams	While Nature, with a look so wild, Leans on the cliffs, in chaos pil'd, That here the aw'd, astonish'd mind Forgets, in that...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Norsemen ( From Narrative and Legendary Poems ) John Greenleaf Whittier	It arches o'er the valley's rill, And leans from cliff and crag to throw Its wild arms o'er the stream...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Pimpernel Celia Thaxter	She leans on that encircling arm, Divinely strong with power to draw Her nature, as the moon doth charm...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Players Ask For A Blessing On The Psalteries And On Themselves William Butler Yeats	One gathers up his purple gown; One leans and mutters by the wall -- He dreads the weight of mortal...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Psalter La Fontaine	'Tis not my whim, but TASTE, that thither leans: And, if you'd kept your breviary in view, 'Tis clear, you'd nothing had with this to do; We...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Road to Avignon Amy Lowell	The lute and his singing their only speech; He leans above her, her eyes unclose, The humming-bird enters another...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Runner Walt Whitman	He is thinly clothed--he leans forward as he runs, With lightly closed fists, and arms partially...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Shepherds Calendar - March John Clare	furrowd lakes from off the lands Or splashing cleans the pasture brooks of mud Where many a wild weed freshens into bud And sprouting from the bottom...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Sleeping City George Meredith	Whose yellowing crescent down the West Leans listening, now when every breast Its basest or its purest heaves, The soul that joys, the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Soldier Gerard Manley Hopkins	For love he leans forth, needs his neck must fall on, kiss, And cry ‘O Christ-done...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Souls Of Those John Jessup Kennan	Watching the pirhana dine Fake Descarte leans on his shovel Careful not to grin or smirk He wants the watching eyes to see He's not...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)