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Homage To Sextus Propertius - XII Ezra Pound	I shall be honoured with yesterday's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Home, Wounded Sydney Thompson Dobell	The larch is snooding her flowery hair With wreaths of morning...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
How still, how happy! Emily Jane Brontë	Spring's budding wreaths we might discern; The violet's eye might shyly flash And young leaves shoot among the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
How to Die Siegfried Sassoon	And sullen faces white as chalk, Hankering for wreaths and tombs and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Hymn To The Sun Matthew Prior	As His Infant Months bestow Springing Wreaths for William's Brow; As His Summer's Youth shall shed Eternal Sweets around Maria's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
I see the Four-fold Man William Blake	In heavy wreaths folds over every nation: cruel works Of many Wheels I view, wheel without wheel, with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
I Shall Never Forget! Richard David Briggs	Dedicated to: The Armed Forces Military wreaths, earned crowns for our blessed laid to rest, Committed combatants, notable exploits, recalled...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Exile Emma Lazarus	bare To evening's fan, and watch the smoke-wreaths coil Up from one's pipe-stem through the rayless air. So deem these unused tillers of the soil,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Interior of a Moorish Palace Letitia Elizabeth Landon	And bind ye wreaths to hang the room, The red pomegranate just in bloom, The tulip, with the purple glow, ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Jack and Joan Thomas Campion	And deck her window with green boughs; She can wreaths and tutties make, And trim with plums a bridal...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Jack-In-The-Box James Whitcomb Riley	And watch the wreaths swoop up the flue, And chuckle--ay, I often do-- Seeing again, all vividly, Jack-in-the-box...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Jerusalem: I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep William Blake	In heavy wreaths folds over every nation: cruel works Of many Wheels I view, wheel without wheel, with...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
La servante au grand coeur dont vous étiez jalouse (The Great-Hearted Servant of whom you were Jealous) Charles Baudelaire	replace the wreaths at their railing's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Latakia Thomas Bailey Aldrich	The curling wreaths like turbans seem Of silent slaves that come and go,— Or Viziers, packed with craft and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Licia Sonnets 52 Giles Fletcher The Elder	O wreaths too strong, and trammels made of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Lines Composed A Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey William Wordsworth	Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
Lines Written In Early Spring William Wordsworth	The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Loch-Duich Evan MacColl	The morning crowns you with wreaths of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Love Not Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton	Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers— Things that are made to fade and fall away Ere they...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Love: An Elegy Mark Akenside	The sacred wreaths of honourable praise; When Wisdom utters her divine decree, To laugh at pompous Folly, and be...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Love; An Elegy Mark Akenside	The sacred wreaths of honourable praise; When Wisdom utters her divine decree, To laugh at pompous Folly, and be...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Martin Joyce Kilmer	His heart was merry as his dress; Pile laurel wreaths upon his grave Who did not gain, but was,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
May-Day Ralph Waldo Emerson	pictures mile on mile, Holds a cup with cowslip-wreaths, Whence a smokeless incense breathes. Girls are peeling the sweet willow, Poplar white, and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Memory Louisa Stuart Costello	That throw their gay and graceful wreaths In many a varied waving...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Mistinguette Robert William Service	My Maurice is an idol still,-- What wreaths for...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)