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Title Poet
Words For Departure
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten.
When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements,
Louise Bogan poet by Louise Bogan
on 1/13/2003
Words For Music Perhaps
I - CRAZY JANE AND THE BISHOP
BRING me to the blasted oak
William Butler Yeats poet by William Butler Yeats
on 5/17/2001
Words From The Wind
I called to the wind of the Winter,
As he sped like a steed on his way,
Ella Wheeler Wilcox poet by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
on 4/2/2010
Words In A Certain Appropriate Mode
It is not music, though one has tried music.
It is not nature, though one has tried
Hayden Carruth poet by Hayden Carruth
on 1/13/2003
Words In The Night
I woke at midnight, and my heart,
My beating heart, said this to me:
George MacDonald poet by George MacDonald
on 4/9/2010
Words In The Shadow
She said, 'I am wrong to want something more, it's true.
The hours go by very quietly just so.
Victor Marie Hugo poet by Victor Marie Hugo
on 4/3/2010
Words of Comfort to Be Scratched on a Mirror
Helen of Troy had a wandering glance;
Sappho's restriction was only the sky;
Dorothy Parker poet by Dorothy Parker
on 1/3/2003
Words On The Window-Pane
DID she in summer write it, or in spring,
Or with this wail of autumn at her ears,
Dante Gabriel Rossetti poet by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
on 4/12/2010
Words To An Irish Air
IF I had a lover, now, who would he be?
Yourself with your laughter, your gay gallantry?
Aline Murray Kilmer poet by Aline Murray Kilmer
on 10/5/2010
Wordsworth
Wordsworth, thy music like a river rolls
Among the mountains, and thy song is fed
Henry Van Dyke poet by Henry Van Dyke
on 1/3/2003
Wordsworth
WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF HIS MEMOIRS.
Dear friends, who read the world aright,
John Greenleaf Whittier poet by John Greenleaf Whittier
on 4/6/2010
Wordsworth
LOFTY and strenuous of sentiment
But narrow and partial in its scope and bent,
Charles Harpur poet by Charles Harpur
on 4/12/2010
Wordsworth
Two voices are there: one is of the deep;
It learns the storm cloud's thunderous melody,
James Kenneth Stephen poet by James Kenneth Stephen
on 4/12/2010
Wordsworth At Dove Cottage
Wise Wordsworth, to avert your ken,
From half of human fate.
Alfred Austin poet by Alfred Austin
on 4/8/2010
Wordsworth's Grave
I
The old rude church, with bare, bald tower, is here;
William Watson poet by William Watson
on 4/10/2010
Work
Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
Henry Van Dyke poet by Henry Van Dyke
on 1/3/2003
Work
WHAT are we set on earth for ? Say, to toil;
Nor seek to leave thy tending of the vines
Elizabeth Barrett Browning poet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
on 5/13/2001
Work
WHEN I am busying about,
Sewing on buttons, tapes, and strings,
Edith Nesbit poet by Edith Nesbit
on 4/19/2010
Work
What though the heart be tired,
The heart, that long aspired,
Madison Julius Cawein poet by Madison Julius Cawein
on 10/5/2012
Work
When twenty-one I loved to dream,
And was to loafing well inclined;
Robert William Service poet by Robert William Service
on 1/13/2003
Work And Contemplation
The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel
A pleasant chant, ballad or barcarole;
Elizabeth Barrett Browning poet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
on 5/13/2001
Work And Joy
Each day I live I thank the Lord
I do the work I love;
Robert William Service poet by Robert William Service
on 1/13/2003
Work and Play
The swallow of summer, she toils all the summer,
A blue-dark knot of glittering voltage,
Ted Hughes poet by Ted Hughes
on 1/3/2003
Work chapter VII
Then a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work."
And he answered, saying:
Khalil Gibran poet by Khalil Gibran
on 1/1/2004
Work For Woman
Woman, sitting at your ease,
In the midst of luxuries,
Ella Wheeler Wilcox poet by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
on 4/2/2010
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