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The Origin Of Flattery Charlotte Smith	And nature's blush to sickly art gave place, And affectation seized the seat of grace: No more simplicity by sense refined,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Passing of Gundagai Andrew Barton Paterson	With large contusions on his head, He smiled a sickly smile, and said He's "had a cut at...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Philanthropic Society William Lisle Bowles	once thy tender flower The sickly taint has touched, where is the power That shall bring back its fragrance, or restore The...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Plains George Essex Evans	When the shadowy darkness strives with the sickly light, And the battle hangs in the balance, finely drawn, Till the spears of morning...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The primrose Robert Herrick	So yellow-green, and sickly...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Primrose Thomas Carew	So yellow, green, and sickly too; Ask me why the stalk is weak And bending, yet it doth not break: I must tell you,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Progress of Poesy Thomas Gray	Night and all her sickly dews, Her sceptres wan, and birds of boding cry, He gives to range the dreary sky; Till down...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 4 Alexander Pope	There Affectation, with a sickly mien, Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen, Practis'd to lisp, and hang the head...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rhyme of Joyous Garde Adam Lindsay Gordon	And scented with sweetness...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Rock Of The Betrayed Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton	But sickly Allan heard them not, As he look'd o'er land and lea; He was thinking of the sunny climes ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Romany Girl Ralph Waldo Emerson	Wear out in-doors your sickly days, But leave us the horizon...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Sick Stockrider Adam Lindsay Gordon	And sickly, smoky shadows through the sleepy sunlight swim, And on the very sun's face weave their...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Sigh Samuel Taylor Coleridge	A stiller sadness on my breast; And sickly hope with waning eye Was well content to droop and die: I yielded to the stern decree, Yet...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
THE SINISTER NIGHT Phil Roberts	In a haunted, sickly town Where nothing decent ever grows, Malicious things do abound In a place only the malevolent...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Song of the Darling River Henry Lawson	Is a sickly stream on the grey-black mud; The salt-springs bubble and the quagmires quiver, And -- this...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Sower William Cowper	All hopes of harvest there; We find a tall and sickly stalk, But not the fruitful...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Fifth William Lisle Bowles	hope No more its sickly ray, to cheer the gloom,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Stoush O' Day Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis	They mark their sickly champeen on the stage, An' narked, the sun, 'is backer, in a huff, Sneaks outer sight, red in...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Summer Bower Henry Timrod	By vain repinings, sickly sentiments, Or inconclusive...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Task: Book II. -- The Time-Piece William Cowper	And nature with a dim and sickly eye To wait the close of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Three Friends Adam Lindsay Gordon	me from the sickly south, Towards the gusty north ; The fruits of sin are dust and drouth, The end of crime is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Troubadour. Canto 4 A (Leila) Letitia Elizabeth Landon	Where all its sickly fantasies May call up suiting images: With flowers like hopes that spring and fade As only for...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Vicissitudes Experienced In The Christian Life William Cowper	Yet it is real and no sickly dream; 'Tis love inflicts it; though to feel that flame Is all I know of happiness...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Village: Book I George Crabbe	And clasping tares cling round the sickly blade; With mingled tints the rocky coasts abound, And a sad splendour vainly shines...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Voices Rainer Maria Rilke	or: I have a sickly child, or: I have little to hold me...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)