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Thee, God, I Come from Gerard Manley Hopkins	And thy purpose to fulfil; Yea a debt to pay thee yet: Help me, sir, and so I...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison Samuel Taylor Coleridge	And hunger'd after Nature, many a year, In the great City pent, winning thy way With sad yet patient soul, through evil and pain...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Thou That Know'st for Whom I Mourn Henry Vaughan	And add unto that day he went A fair supply of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Thou Walkest With Me Mathilde Blind	Yea, still for thee My bitter heart hath yearned, as moonward yearns Each separate wave-pulse of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Through the Gate stan brierly	Across the lawn to the table white, Sit yea down take in the site, Close to Amberley yet hidden from view, This's the place for me or...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Thy Ship Ella Wheeler Wilcox	Lies all the wealth of this vast universe – Yea, lies some part of God’s omnipotence The legacy divine of every...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Time's Hymn Of Hate Ella Wheeler Wilcox	Then shall all Space, Yea, all the chains of sphere on sphere, With that loud hymn be ringing, Which Time goes singing...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To A Poet Breaking Silence Francis Thompson	Been left to look and left to long, Yea, song and we to long and look, Since thine acquainted feet forsook The mountain where the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To A Young Ass, Its Mother Being Tethered Near It Samuel Taylor Coleridge	Yea!...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To An Inconstant Mistress Sir Robert Aytoun	Not constancy, to love thee still; Yea, it had been a sin to go And prostitute affection so, Since we are taught no prayers to say ...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To an Unborn Pauper Child Thomas Hardy	Hopes dwindle; yea, Faiths waste away, Affections and enthusiasms numb: Thou canst not mend these things if thou...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Beethoven Sidney Lanier	The lack of love 'twixt part and...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Belloc Gilbert Keith Chesterton	Yea; Heaven is everywhere at home The big blue cap that always fits, And so it is (be calm; they...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Henry Halloran Henry Kendall	Yea, though the heavy Earth wears sackcloth now Because she hath the great prophetic grief Which...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Her Portrait Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz	Pretexts against the years' advancing snows, The footprints of old seasons to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To His Mistress Going to Bed John Donne	Thyself: cast all, yea, this white linen hence, Here is no penance, much less...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To his unconstant Friend Henry King	I walk (not cross-arm'd neither) eat, and live, Yea live to pity thy neglect, not grieve That thou art from thy faith and promise gone, Nor envy...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Hope Mathilde Blind	And faint, with beauty from the childish years, Transposing them into the time to come With a new lustre of the full-grown...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Meet, Or Otherwise Thomas Hardy	How vast the difference seems Of Yea from Nay Just...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Memory Mathilde Blind	Yea, ere Hope perish utterly, I call On thee, fond Memory, that thou haste and bring One leaf,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To My First Born Charles Harpur	Which makes all common objects fresh and bright, Yea gives them out of the dun void to start As they were newly fashion’d from the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To Nannette Falk-Auerbach Sidney Lanier	(For, where an artist plays, the sky is low): Yea, since my lonesome life did lack love's all, In death, God gives me thee: thus, quit of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To One in Grief Katharine Tynan	All gifts and glories, yea, all...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Comet of 1843 Charles Harpur	grave....	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
To the Moon [Earlier Version] Charles Harpur	Would wish the day, Nor feel his yearning spirit fraught With sweetly solemn strains of visionary...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)