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CXV: Spring Alfred Lord Tennyson	Now rings the woodland loud and long, The distance takes a lovelier hue, And drowned in yonder living blue The...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dance Of The Seasons Harriet Monroe	Glad trilliums that make the woodland bright, Rich arbutus and shadowy violets: Till, caught in webs of bloom, Light-footed Spring...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dawn In Summer James Thomson	And thick around the woodland hymns...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
De Profundis Georg Trakl	The silence of God I drank from the woodland...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
DEAR MOON-A-LISA Dr Surya Kumar Daimari	When I peep thru’ the woodland, I see you smiling, Even when you run through the dark-black clouds, I can still see your...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
December Christopher Pearce Cranch	The meadow-grasses and the woodland fern In the bleak woods lie withered once...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Diffugere Nives Alfred Edward Housman	And unapparelled in the woodland...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Disappointment. Sophie M Almon Hensley	Only the darkening of the woodland ways, A heart's low moaning over wasted...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dreamcatcher Nighttiger	Friendless with only kin being the woodland’s wisest owls Captures evil spirits as they tempt to do her in Then, lures the nightmares...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Duck Itch Thomas Ventura	To cure the itch From that little b*tch The woodland duck Who with any luck Will soon be shot On the spot And yes I lack Any tact But you would too...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Duet Thomas Love Peacock	When the dinner-bell I hear, Over woodland, dale, and fell, Swinging slow with solemn swell,--- The...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Earlier Poems : Sunrise On The Hills Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills, Was ringing to the merry shout, That faint and far the glen sent out, Where, answering...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Earlier Poems : Woods In Winter Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	And voices fill the woodland...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Earth Weeps Dee Edgett	She longed for the tiny footprints of furry woodland creatures to tickle her belly...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Eavesdropping Katharine Lee Bates	Of hemlock and pungent pine, All the whispering woodland tones Gossip of things divine, — Why God is gray in the granite rock, And green in the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Echoes Of Spring Mathilde Blind	Cleaves to face, and hands, and feet, All the woodland's violets...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Eight Sunday After Trinity John Keble	Where on the lonely woodland road Beneath the moonlight sky The festal warblings...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy V. Anno Aet. 20. On The Approach Of Spring (Translated From Milton) William Cowper	Speeds to the woodland, and resumes her bow; Resigns her beams, and, glad to disappear, Blesses his aid who shortens...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy V. Anno Aetates 20. On The Approach Of Spring. William Cowper	Speeds to the woodland, and resumes her bow; Resigns her beams, and, glad to disappear, Blesses his aid who shortens...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy Written At Hotwells, Bristol William Lisle Bowles	Of pendant mountain, or of woodland gray, Can wake the wonted sense of pure...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy XXI. Taking a View of the Country From His Retirement William Shenstone	Through fringy woodland, or smooth-shaven lawn, Or pensile grove, or airy cliff ascend, And hail the scene by...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elegy XXIII. Reflections Suggested By His Situation William Shenstone	Where is the breast can hear the woodland strain, And think fair Freedom well exchanged for...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Elk Country Silas Weir Mitchell	To tell you some tale of the woodland; Of childish and simple conceptions, And find in their half-spoken meanings Some thought...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Endymion: Book II John Keats	O'er many a heath, through many a woodland dun, Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Endymion: Book IV John Keats	That woodland Hyacinthus could escape From his green prison, and here kneeling down Call me his queen,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)