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Harvests
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
keen, Harvests more precious than golden grain, Waving o’er hillside, valley or plain, Than fruits Rate it:

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Hauntings
Rupert Brooke
and flesh, things unintelligible, And light on waving grass, he knows not when, And feet that ran,Rate it:

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Heliodorus In The Temple
Felicia Dorothea Hemans
is clothed with thunder - and his mane Seems waving fire - the kindling of his eye Is as a meteor -Rate it:

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Hermann And Dorothea - IV. Euterpe
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
bravely, Over the whole field in golden majesty waving. Then on the border between the fields she fRate it:

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Hermann And Dorothea - VII. Erato
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
of the heavens they saw their figures reflected, Waving, and nodding, and in the mirror their greetRate it:

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Hermann And Dorothea - VIII. Melpomene
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
they both rejoiced in the corn so lofty and waving, Well nigh reaching the heads of the two tall fiRate it:

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Hero And Leander. The Fourth Sestiad
George Chapman
a myrtle shade she sate and sung; And tufts of waving reeds above her sprung, Where lurked two foxRate it:

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Herod's Lament For Mariamne
George Gordon Lord Byron
own despair: The sword that smote her's o'er me waving.-- But thou art cold, my murder'd love! ARate it:

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Heroes
Emma Lazarus
fields I see, The lovely, cultured landscape, waving grain, Wide haughty rivers, and pale, English Rate it:

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His Wife and Baby
Isabella Valancy Crawford
sweet, The red soles of his feet, The waving palms that patted hers as wind-blown blossoms waRate it:

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How Long?
Katharine Lee Bates
feet; Bring back to tortured battlefields the waving of the wheat; Bring back to broken hearths, whRate it:

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Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis, The
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
him, Fell in little shining patches, Through the waving, rustling branches. From the bottom rosRate it:

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Hymn on the Morning of Christ's Nativity
John Milton
Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, And waving wide her mirtle wand, She strikes a universalRate it:

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Hymn To The God Of War
John Le Gay Brereton
flame, The squalor and muddle of crime, A red waving blossom there came And a scent on the tempest Rate it:

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I Love Fragrance Of Blossom
Ehsan Sehgal
that Oh, my Figure of Breaths Your name is waving, in it As the Fragrance of Blossom.Rate it:

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I Remember
Kurt Phiip Behm
remember sirens in the night, I remember waving goodbye I remember the boardwalk on a cloudy dayRate it:

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Imitated From Ossian
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
vale: Beneath the dew the Lily weeps Slow-waving to the gale. 'Cease, restless gale! 'it seems to Rate it:

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In Absence.
Sidney Lanier
God if e'en in His sweet place, Where, by one waving of a wistful wing, My soul could straightway Rate it:

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In An English Garden
Paul Laurence Dunbar
wall's environ, ivy-decked and gray, The waving branches with the wind at play, The slight and tremRate it:

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In Defence of the Bush
Andrew Barton Paterson
creature in its pain You would find the grasses waving like a field of summer grain, And the mileRate it:

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In the Moonlight
David McKee Wright
a hand will toil to-night where the tussocks are waving free;— But it’s over the hills and over thRate it:

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In Winter
Alice Guerin Crist
rank in the paddocks hold No plumy rushes or waving fern, No buttercup treasures of fairy gold. AnRate it:

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Inspiration.
Robert Crawford
mystic speed Over the crazy world. We see no waving of leafy boughs, Nor heave of the purple sea; WRate it:

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Interlude: Songs out of Sorrow
Sara Teasdale
any other soul but mine, To seek no strength in waving reeds Nor shade beneath a straggling pine; Rate it:

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Johannes Ronge
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
shepherd, dost thou wear Meek flowers on thy waving hair, And dost thou pipe a simple song, And lovRate it:

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