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Poems From "A Shropshire Lad" - II Alfred Edward Housman	Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Poet’s Corner Alfred Austin	And deep within the woodlands dim Found transept, aisle, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Pure Inside Vladislav Martynovitch	In the spring by the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Recollections of Our Native Valley Gerald Griffin	Around our native woodlands...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Revisited John Greenleaf Whittier	The breath of the woodlands, bear with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Second Ode to the Nightingale Mary Darby Robinson	And o'er the odour-breathing flow'rs The woodlands shed their diamond show'rs, When from the scented hawthorn bud The BLACKBIRD sips the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Shh!! It's a Moose {Haiku} Linda D. Blakely	in tall pale woodlands nature is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Snow-Flakes. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second) Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Son Of The Evening Star, The Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	"On their pathway through the woodlands Lay an oak, by storms uprooted, Lay the great trunk of an oak-tree, Buried half in leaves...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet III: To a Nightingale Charlotte Smith	Tho' now releas'd in woodlands wild to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Sonnet XXXVI: Lead Me, Sicilian Maids Mary Darby Robinson	O'er blasted woodlands, and enchanted streams, Whose banks infect the breeze with pois'nous...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Spring In Canada William Wilfred Campbell	Far in the misty woodlands, myriad buds, Shut leaves and petals, peeping one by one, As in a night, leafy infinitudes, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Storm and Sunlight Siegfried Sassoon	The whispering woodlands darken: vulture Gloom Stoops, menacing the skeltering flocks of Light, Where the gaunt...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Summets peak Ronald Tirino	From the valleys in woodlands deep Off the drifting trails we seek Till we reach ocean shores of Summit’s peaks Where we...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Theologian's Tale; Torquemada Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Moated and high and by fair woodlands hid, There dwelt, as from the chronicles we learn, An old Hidalgo proud and taciturn, Whose...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Poet's Tale; Lady Wentworth Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Its woodlands were in leaf and bare again; Moons waxed and waned, the lilacs bloomed and died, In the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Tantramar Revisited Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts	that has climbed from the inland valleys and woodlands, Dips from the hill-tops down, straight to the base of the hills, -- Here, from...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Angel of the Doves James Brunton Stephens	I heard in the woodlands the turtle's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Austral Months Henry Kendall	Comes radiant through the yellow...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Autumn Morning Clive Staples Lewis	Wherefore I will not fear To walk the woodlands sere Into this autumn day Far, far...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Blind Man’s Bride Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton	As thro' the woodlands wild we ranged,-- Still in the summer light could stand, And know thy HEART and VOICE...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Bonnie Sidlaw Hills William Topaz McGonagall	Making the woodlands with his notes to ring, Which ought to make a dull heart feel gay, And help to oheer us on our...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Call William Henry Ogilvie	All the coloured woodlands are calling to the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Call of the Winds Lucy Maud Montgomery	And step it blithely in woodlands waking; Friend am I of each growing thing From the gray sod into sunshine breaking; Mine is...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
The Child Of The Islands - Spring Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton	For the fresh woodlands,--for the summer wind,-- The open fields with perfumed clover spread;-- The hazel...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)