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A Legend Of Tintagel Castle
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
that brightened the gloom, She deemed was the waving of Lancelot's plume; She knew not of the proudRate it:

(5.00 / 1 vote)
American Feuillage
Walt Whitman
and berries, enveloping huge trees, The waving drapery on the live oak, trailing long and low, Rate it:

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Brother and Sister
George Eliot
tangled blue Forget-me-nots; And all along the waving grasses met My little palm, or nodded to mRate it:

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Fin de Fête
Charlotte Mary Mew
what a lonely head! With just the shadow of a waving bough In the moonlight over your bed. Rate it:

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George Macdonald
Katharine Lee Bates
blow, And listened to the throstle. And still a waving branch to memory brings Those deepset eyes aRate it:

(5.00 / 1 vote)
I Am Here For You
Ehsan Sehgal
heartbeat sounds Your name Every thought waving Thought of you Do you grasp that Do you believe meRate it:

(5.00 / 4 votes)
I Feel That I am Free
Owen Suffolk
To procure my daily bread, And tonight the waving branches Must canopy my head. But if I had a Rate it:

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In the Droving Days
Andrew Barton Paterson
across the plain, With my head bent down on his waving mane, Through the boughs above and the stuRate it:

(5.00 / 3 votes)
Such A Trust
Ehsan Sehgal
It's not just a claim It's a waving truth I can offer you nothing Since I have nothing However, my heart That harps your name With every breath It ...Rate it:

(5.00 / 6 votes)
Such A Trust
Ehsan Sehgal
It's not just a claim It's a waving truth I can offer you nothing Since I have nothing However, my heart That harps your name With every breath It ...Rate it:

(5.00 / 1 vote)
The Angel And The Child. (From Jean Reboul, The Baker Of Nismes)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
now, The fairest day is still the last.' And waving wide his wings of white, The angel, at thesRate it:

(5.00 / 1 vote)
The Bayadere. An Indian Tale (2) Ending
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
light shawl wreathed now round her brow, Now waving from her hand of snow, Now zoned around her graRate it:

(5.00 / 1 vote)
The Death of Ben Hall
William Henry Ogilvie
like a hawk from his eyrie rocks Through the waving boughs of the sapling box On the troopers ridinRate it:

(5.00 / 1 vote)
The Ginestra,
Count Giacomo Leopardi
run, Were cheerful villages and towns, With waving fields of golden grain, And musical with lowing Rate it:

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The Point
Ehsan Sehgal
come Knead and squeeze Clay in the clay Waving the perfume So that Accordingly Like us, then We creRate it:

(5.00 / 2 votes)
The Song Of Hiawatha I: The Peace-Pipe
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
the Peace-Pipe, Bending like a wand of willow, Waving like a hand that beckons, Gitche Manito, tRate it:

(5.00 / 1 vote)
The Whitsun Weddings
Philip Larkin
us go, As if out on the end of an event Waving goodbye To something that survived it. Struck, Rate it:

(5.00 / 3 votes)
Yesterday's Beauty Queen
Sonia Walker
towns for grand openings and hours of standing, waving and looking absolutely gorgeous to the curioRate it:

(5.00 / 2 votes)
Frithiof's Homestead. (From The Swedish)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
the golden corn, and man-high was waving the rye-field. Lakes, full many in number, their mirror heRate it:

(4.40 / 5 votes)
Address to the Devil
Robert Burns
Ye like a rash-buss stood in sight, 42 Wi' waving sugh. 43 The cudgel in my nieve did shakRate it:

(4.00 / 4 votes)
Grass
Alice Guerin Crist
rapture too deep for words In acres and acres of waving grass, Haven of promise to starving herds. Rate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
My Friend
James Whitcomb Riley
it sings to-day.-- So may it sing alway! Though waving grasses grow Between, and lilies blow Their Rate it:

(4.00 / 1 vote)
Parting
Rainer Maria Rilke
small and white and nothing more than, oh, waving, now already unrelated to me, a sight, continuinRate it:

(4.00 / 2 votes)
PRIVATE ROMEO
PV Harrington
out of the camp on a bright summer's day waving last weekend's pass-out goodbye Phoned Jenny, then Rate it:

(4.00 / 2 votes)
the tragedy of the leaves
Charles Bukowski
execrating and final, sending me to hell, waving her fat, sweaty arms and screaming screaming Rate it:

(4.00 / 2 votes)

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