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A Tip Of The Hat Ian Sawicki	And the night sweeps in with cool captured stars, history merges with relaxation as time locks up nourishment's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A View From The Floor Ian Sawicki	Life - sweeps into death, they make love slowly, aroused by my pain, laughing lovers, and they skip...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Voice On The Wind Madison Julius Cawein	With wan feet wounded and hands wild-wrung, Sweeps on and on with her cry, far-flung,- 'O my children, come home, come...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Voyager's Dream Of Land Felicia Dorothea Hemans	My spirit sickens, as thy wing sweeps...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Address To Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe William Wordsworth	Save when the wind sweeps by and sounds are caught Ambiguous, neither wholly thine nor...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Adieu to Belshanny William Allingham	off - she feels the oars, and to her berth she sweeps; Now fore and aft keep hauling, and gathering up the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Aeolian Harp, The Samuel Taylor Coleridge	That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of all...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Afton Water Robert Burns	15 There oft, as mild Ev'ning sweeps over the lea, 16 The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Amalfi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Round the headlands far away Sweeps the blue Salernian bay With its sickle of white sand: Further still and furthermost On the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
America Claude McKay	Her bigness sweeps my being like a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Among The Tombs Henry John Newbolt, Sir	And tide that onward sweeps; But still she sits with restless eyes Where Memory sleeps--- Where Memory...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Among The Tombs Sir Henry Newbolt	And tide that onward sweeps; But still she sits with restless eyes Where Memory sleeps--- Where Memory...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Exotic Henry Timrod	I sometimes forget, as she sweeps me a bow, That I gaze on a simple English maid, And I bend my head, as if to a queen Who...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Ode on the Piece Helen Maria Williams	While Seward sweeps her plaintive strings, While pensive round his sable shrine, A radiant zone she graceful...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Ode To The Hills Archibald Lampman	Drenching the serried pines; and the hail sweeps Your pitiless...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Angels Fashion Cosmic Strings Wallace Dean LaBenne	Angels fashion power sweeps on the Holy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Angels Speak Corey lentz	e, like the flutter of angel wings, A melody that sweeps me off my feet, Soft and soothing, like a lullaby that sings, And makes my heart skip and dance...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Another Classical Stanza Of Love Ian Sawicki	of an harmonious affair sweeps spiritual colours to romance, and such beauty which rests on cool wet lips gyrates...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Answer to Tait James Clerk Maxwell	But when against the stops she sweeps, To watch the light-spot then be ready, That you may learn from its deflexion The...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Answers Ella Wheeler Wilcox	When the tidal wave sweeps over the shore It is there no more, Brother, my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
ANTARCTIC WINDS Phil Roberts	A victim of Antarctic cold Which sweeps in with the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Anticipation Strangles Desire Ian Sawicki	Delicate sweeps of apathy brush swirls; petticoat finery on the body of sensuality - such a fine cloud, gasps...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Anxiety Dawn Angel	out of my brain, anxiety sweeps in, like a rush of adrenaline, I try to hold it back, but see, that's where I lack, the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
April Byeway Edmund Blunden	the little green the byeway veers, The mill-sweeps torn, the forge with cobwebbed panes That have so many years looked out across the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
April Byeway Edmund Charles Blunden	the little green the byeway veers, The mill-sweeps torn, the forge with cobwebbed panes That have so many years looked out across the plains. ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)