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Title Poet
Written For My Son, Upon Lady Santry's Coming To School, T..
So Ceres, lovely and divine,
Eager to see her Proserpine,
Mary Barber poet by Mary Barber
on 4/20/2010
Written For One In Sore Pain
Shepherd, on before thy sheep,
Hear thy lamb that bleats behind!
George MacDonald poet by George MacDonald
on 4/9/2010
Written From Dublin, To A Lady In The Country.
A wretch, in smoaky Dublin pent,
Who rarely sees the Firmament,
Mary Barber poet by Mary Barber
on 4/20/2010
Written in 1834
Well, when her day is over, be it said
That, though a speck on the terrestrial globe,
Samuel Rogers poet by Samuel Rogers
on 9/3/2010
Written In A Blank Leaf Of Macpherson's Ossian
OFT have I caught, upon a fitful breeze,
Fragments of far-off melodies,
William Wordsworth poet by William Wordsworth
on 4/5/2010
Written in a Collection of Bacchanalian Songs
Adieu, ye jovial Youths! who join
To plunge old Care in floods of wine;
William Shenstone poet by William Shenstone
on 4/19/2010
Written in a Copy of 'Yesterday'
Thoughts are apples on the tree,
Not meant for anyone in particular,
Hugo von Hofmannsthal poet by Hugo von Hofmannsthal
on 5/3/2012
Written In A Country Churchyard
Oh! how I hate the cumbrous pride
Of plume and pall and scutcheon'd hearse,
John Kenyon poet by John Kenyon
on 10/12/2010
Written In A Diary
They who go down to the relentless deep,
After long horrible death of cold and drought
Frances Anne Kemble poet by Frances Anne Kemble
on 9/6/2010
Written In A Fit Of Illness. R. S. S.
In these sad hours, a prey to ceaseless pain,
While feverish pulses leap in every vein,
William Cowper poet by William Cowper
on 4/13/2010
Written in a Flower Book, of my own Colouring, designed fo..
Debitae nymphis opifex coronae.-Hor.
Imitation.
William Shenstone poet by William Shenstone
on 4/19/2010
Written in a Lady's Album
Grant me, I cried, some spell of art,
To turn with all a lover's care,
Joseph Rodman Drake poet by Joseph Rodman Drake
on 1/3/2003
Written In A Quarrel
Think, Delia, with what cruel haste
Our fleeting pleasures move,
William Cowper poet by William Cowper
on 4/13/2010
Written In A Seat At Stoke Park,
Not with more joy from the loud tempest's roar,
The dangerous billow, and more dangerous shore,
Henry James Pye poet by Henry James Pye
on 9/27/2010
Written in a Volume of the Comtesse de Noailles
Be my companion under cool arcades
That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square
Alan Seeger poet by Alan Seeger
on 1/1/2004
Written In A Young Lady's Album
Sweet friend, the world, like some fair infant blessed,
Radiant with sportive grace, around thee plays;
Friedrich Schiller poet by Friedrich Schiller
on 1/1/2004
Written In An Ovid
Ovid is the surest guide
You can name to show the way
Matthew Prior poet by Matthew Prior
on 4/19/2010
Written In Australia
THE WIDE sun stares without a cloud:
Whipped by his glances truculent
Arthur Henry Adams poet by Arthur Henry Adams
on 1/1/2004
Written in Early Spring
I heard a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sat reclined,
William Wordsworth poet by William Wordsworth
on 1/3/2003
Written In Early Youth. The Time,--An Autumnal Evening
O thou wild fancy, check thy wing! No more
Those thin white flakes, those purple clouds explore!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge poet by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
on 3/31/2010
Written in Germany, On One of The Coldest Days Of The Cent..
A plague on your languages, German and Norse!
Let me have the song of the kettle;
William Wordsworth poet by William Wordsworth
on 12/31/2002
Written in her French Psalter
No crooked leg, no bleared eye,
No part deformed out of kind,
Queen Elizabeth I poet by Queen Elizabeth I
on 5/17/2001
Written In Juice Of Lemon
Whilst what I write I do not see,
I dare thus, ev'n to you, write poetry.
Abraham Cowley poet by Abraham Cowley
on 2/24/2014
Written in July
Grey, thou hast served, and well, the sacred Cause
That Hampden, Sydney died for. Thou hast stood,
Samuel Rogers poet by Samuel Rogers
on 9/3/2010
Written in London. September, 1802
. O Friend! I know not which way I must look
For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
William Wordsworth poet by William Wordsworth
on 1/1/2004
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