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Title Poet
Telling The Bees
This is the son of the white morning singing,
Combing her silken hair's simmer of gold,
Dora Sigerson Shorter poet by Dora Sigerson Shorter
on 9/29/2010
Telling the Bees
Here is the place; right over the hill
Runs the path I took;
John Greenleaf Whittier poet by John Greenleaf Whittier
on 1/3/2003
Telling the Bees
A Colonial Custom
Bathsheba came out to the sun,
Lizette Woodworth Reese poet by Lizette Woodworth Reese
on 12/17/2011
Telling the Bees: (For Edward Tennant)
Tell it to the bees, lest they
Umbrage take and fly away,
Katharine Tynan poet by Katharine Tynan
on 4/14/2010
Telling You All
Telling you all would take too long.
Besides, we read in the Bible
Rainer Maria Rilke poet by Rainer Maria Rilke
on 1/3/2003
Tell's Birth-Place. Imitated From Stolberg
I.
Mark this holy chapel well!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge poet by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
on 3/31/2010
Tels que l'on vit jadis les enfants de la Terre
Tels que l'on vit jadis les enfants de la Terre
Plantés dessus les monts pour écheller les cieux,
Joachim du Bellay poet by Joachim du Bellay
on 5/16/2012
Tema con Variazioni
Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected to that process of Dilution which has proved so advantageous to her sister-art Music? The Diluter g
Lewis Carroll poet by Lewis Carroll
on 12/31/2002
Temagami
Far in the grim Northwest beyond the lines
That turn the rivers eastward to the sea,
Archibald Lampman poet by Archibald Lampman
on 1/1/2004
Temethos, Antiochian, A.D. 400
Lines written by young Temethos, madly in love.
The tile: 'Emonidis' -the favourite
Constantine P. Cavafy poet by Constantine P. Cavafy
on 9/26/2012
Temora - Book I
ARGUMENT.
Cairbar, the son of Borbar-duthul, lord of Atha, in Connaught, the most Potent chief of the race of the Fir-bolg, having murdered, at Te
James Macpherson poet by James Macpherson
on 1/1/2004
Temora - Book II
ARGUMENT.
This book opens, we may suppose, about midnight, with a soliloquy of Ossian, who had retired from the rest of the army, to mourn for his
James Macpherson poet by James Macpherson
on 1/1/2004
Temora - Book III
ARGUMENT.
Morning coming on, Fingal, after a speech to his people, devolved the command on Gaul, the son of Morni; it being the custom of the time
James Macpherson poet by James Macpherson
on 1/1/2004
Temora - Book IV
ARGUMENT
The second night continues. Fingal relates, at the feast, his own first expedition into Ireland, and his marriage with Ros-cranna, the da
James Macpherson poet by James Macpherson
on 1/1/2004
Temora - Book V
ARGUMENT.
The poet, after a short address to the harp of Cona, describes the arrangement of both armies on either side of the river Lubar. Fingal
James Macpherson poet by James Macpherson
on 1/1/2004
Temora - Book V1
ARGUMENT
This book opens with a speech of Fingal, who sees Cathmor descending to the assistance of his flying army. The king despatches Ossian to
James Macpherson poet by James Macpherson
on 1/1/2004
Temora - Book VII
ARGUMENT.
This book begins about the middle of the third night from the opening of the poem. The poet describes a kind of mist, which rose by nigh
James Macpherson poet by James Macpherson
on 1/1/2004
Temora - Book VIII
ARGUMENT.
The fourth morning from the opening of the poem comes on Fingal, still continuing in the place to which he had retired on the preceding
James Macpherson poet by James Macpherson
on 1/1/2004
Tempe
We are in Tempe, Peneus glides below,--
That is Olympus,--we are wondering
Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton poet by Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton
on 10/5/2010
Temperance Reform Clubs
Air -- "Perhaps"
Some enterprising people,
Julia A Moore poet by Julia A Moore
on 1/3/2003
Tempest
You saw perched on a cliff a maid,
Her raiment white above the breakers,
Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin poet by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
on 1/3/2003
Tempest Tossed And Sore Afflicted
TEMPEST tossed and sore afflicted, sin defiled and care oppressed,
Come to me, all ye that labour; come, and I will give ye rest.
Robert Louis Stevenson poet by Robert Louis Stevenson
on 12/31/2002
Tempestrousseau
The clock is dressed in drag, I mean it wears
space instead of its own proper aspect
Bill Knott poet by Bill Knott
on 1/3/2003
Tempête et calme
Jules Verne poet by Jules Verne
on 12/29/2012
Tempête obscure
Maurice Rollinat poet by Maurice Rollinat
on 12/6/2012
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