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The English Padlock Matthew Prior	Breaks the Doors open; snaps the Locks; Searches the Parlour, Chamber, Study; Nor stops, 'till He has Culprit's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Enthusiast, or the Lover of Nature Joseph Warton	Phillis or Phoebe, at a Feast or Wake, Her jetty Locks enamels; fairer she, In Innocence and home-spun Vestments drest, Than if coerulean Sapphires...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Eternal Search William Watson	That never ends until asunder fall The locks and bolts of the Last Door of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Exception Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	I am the great economist; I stick straws in my locks; For I've the truth that all have missed In this world's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The eyes are black and beautiful complexion fair and sweet. Shad Azimabadi	Long and loose hang the locks the face innocence...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fan : A Poem. Book III. John Gay	Thus have I seen woods, hills, and dales appear, Flocks graze the plains, birds wing the silent air In darken'd rooms, where light can only pass Through...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fan : A Poem. Book II. John Gay	Her locks dishevell'd waving in the wind, The crystal tears confess her tortur'd mind; The perjur'd...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Father’s Curse Victor Marie Hugo	But to pretend to spare these poor gray locks, And yet to trample on a weeping woman, Was basely done; the father was thine own, But not...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Female God Isaac Rosenberg	In the wrecking waves of your tumultuous locks Do you not hear the moaning of our pulses...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Final Reckoning Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon	out spoke an aged listener, with broad brow and locks of snow, “Patriot, faithful to thy country and her welfare, say not so, For the long years...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The First American Congress Joel Barlow	High, on his locks of age, a wreath was brac'd, Palm of all arts, that e'er a mortal grac'd; Beneath him lies...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Flood of Years William Cullen Bryant	Mingling with the sullen stream Gleam the white locks, and then are seen no...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Flower Of Flame Robert Nichols	, diffused, the long dim hours, Nor let your love-locks be withdrawn Till round the world-horizon glowers The wrath and chaos of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Forest Boy Charlotte Smith	And the eyes, over which her luxuriant locks stray'd, As the skies of the summer were...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Forsaken Duncan Campbell Scott	Valiant, unshaken, She smoothed her dark locks under her kerchief, Composed her shawl in state, Then folded her hands ridged with sinews...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Forsaken Thomas Hood	Last night unbound my raven locks, The morning saw them turned to gray, Once they were black and well beloved, But thou...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Fortune-Favored Friedrich Schiller	--Kindly they See the bright locks of youth enamored play, And where the glad one goes, shed gladness round the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Foster Mother's Tale. A Dramatic Fragment Samuel Taylor Coleridge	With thistle-beards, and such small locks of wool As hang on...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The four Seasons of the Year. Anne Bradstreet	She trim'd her locks, which late had frosted been, Nor hot nor cold, she spake, but with a breath, Fit to revive,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Furl of Fresh-Leaved Dogrose Down Gerard Manley Hopkins	His locks like all a ravel-rope’s-end, With hempen strands in spray— Fallow, foam-fallow, hanks—fall’n...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Gaberlunzie's Walk Sydney Thompson Dobell	' main, The mair he list the mair uprist his gray-locks wi' affright, Till ilka hair that he might wear was stiff an' stark upright. His sick heart...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Gardener Robert Louis Stevenson	And when he puts his tools away, He locks the door and takes the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Gardener LXXXI: Why Do You Whisper So Faintly Rabindranath Tagore	tawny coiled...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Gardener LXXXIII: She Dwelt on the Hillside Rabindranath Tagore	the cloud-hidden peak; his locks were tangled like drowsy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Garrison of Cape Ann John Greenleaf Whittier	run....	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)