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Dwelling In Mesech John Newton	What a mournful life is mine, Fill with crosses, pains...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Each Moment of Silence R Baltatu	So let us scream each murdered second And mourn the time we cannot save But let us also live each moment And make the most of what we've...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Earth William Cullen Bryant	Do I hear thee mourn Thy childhood's unreturning hours, thy springs Gone with their genial airs and melodies,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Easter. Fannie Isabelle Sherrick	Let peace be in the hearts that mourn-- Let "Rest" be in the grave; The Hand that swept these lives away Hath power alone to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Eclogue the Second Hassan William Taylor Collins	Yields her pale empire to the mourner Night, By hunger roused, he scours the groaning plain, Gaunt wolves and sullen tigers in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Edmund's Wedding Mary Darby Robinson	The Raven's dark colour, and mourn for thy dear: Thy AGNES for thee, would have cherish'd her Sorrow, And drest her pale cheek with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegantly, She Left Adegbembo Sam	Let's not mourn with a fault She's now lying in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegiac Stanzas On The Death Of Sir Peter Parker, Bart. George Gordon Lord Byron	A mourner o'er the humblest grave; But nations swell...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegiac Stanzas Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle William Wordsworth	-- Not without hope we suffer and we...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy for an Enemy Stephen Vincent Benet	Smugly the common crew, Over their knitting, Mourn her -- as butchers do Sheep-throats they're...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy For An Enemy Stephen Vincent Benet	Smugly the common crew, Over their knitting, Mourn her - as butchers do Sheep-throats they're...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy for Mother, Still Living ELANA BELL	It is right to mourn the rocky hills of Crete where we walked, my small hand in hers for...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy III. Anno Aet. 17. On The Death Of The Bishop Of Winchester (Translated From Milton) William Cowper	But Thee far most I mourn'd, regretted most, Winton's chief shepherd and her worthiest boast; Pour'd out in tears I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy III. Anno Aetates 17. On The Death Of The Bishop Of Winchester. William Cowper	But Thee far most I mourn'd, regretted most, Winton's chief shepherd and her worthiest boast; Pour'd out in tears I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy III. On the Untimely Death of a Certain Learned Acquainance William Shenstone	And blots the mournful numbers with a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy in April and September Wilfred Owen	Mourn, corn, and sigh,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy on the Death of Lady Middleton Mary Darby Robinson	In awful sounds repeats a mournful tale, And claims the tribute of a tender...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady Alexander Pope	Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy to the Memory of Richard Boyle, Esq. Mary Darby Robinson	He gave his last kind gift, A TEAR, And mourn'd the worth he could not...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy XIII: His Parting From Her John Donne	SINCE she must go, and I must mourn, come night, Environ me with darkness, whilst...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy XVII. He Indulges the Suggestions of Spleen.-- An Elegy to the Winds William Shenstone	Fain would I mourn my luckless fate alone, Forbid to please, yet fated to admire; Away, my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy XXII. Written in the Year ----, When the Rights of Sepulture Were So Frequently Violated William Shenstone	vanish'd for the mournful...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy XXVI. Describing the Sorrow of An Ingeneous Mind William Shenstone	Why mourns my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy, Written In The Year 1758 James Beattie	The startled soul awakes, to think and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
ElegyXI: The Bracelet John Donne	Mourn I that I thy sevenfold chain have lost ; Nor for the luck sake ; but the bitter...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)