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Elegy for Spain and Italy: Echoes of Taekwondo and Music Raitano	And sunlight retreats from the Tuscan hills’ glow, We gather our sorrows in melodies born— An elegy sung for what we used to...	Rate it (5.00 / 1 vote)
A Face Robert Browning	Such as the Tuscan's early art...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Florentine Tragedy - A Fragment Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde	Our Tuscan vineyards Yield a more wholesome...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Letter From Italy Alfred Austin	Now no more upon the hill Where was perched his Tuscan home, But in liberated Rome: Hale as ever; still his stride Keeps me panting...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
A Word for the Hour John Greenleaf Whittier	Loathsome as that the Tuscan's victim bore When keen with life to a dead horror...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Advice To A Raven In Russia (1812) Joel Barlow	And those who skirt the Tuscan seas below, With all Germania, Neustria, Belgia, Gaul, Doom'd here to wade thro slaughter to...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
After Reading Trollope's History Of Florence Eugene Field	They sing, amidst the rain-drenched pines, Of Tuscan gold that ruddier shines Behind a saint's auroral face That shows e'en yet the master's...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
An Epistle Addressed To Sir Thomas Hanmer, On His Edition Of Shakspeare's Works William Taylor Collins	The beauteous union must appear at length, Of Tuscan fancy, and Athenian strength: One greater Muse Eliza's reign adorn, And even a Shakespeare...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Angelo William Watson	Lucia, to queen it in his Tuscan...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
At Her Grave Alfred Austin	Yes, here in Tuscan soil you lie, With Tuscan turf above; And, lifting silent spires on high, The cypresses remind...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Burns John Greenleaf Whittier	Eternal echoes render; The mournful Tuscan's haunted rhyme, And Milton's starry...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage - Canto The Fourth. George Gordon Byron	The bards of Hell and Chivalry: first rose The Tuscan father's comedy divine; Then, not unequal to the Florentine, The Southern Scott, the minstrel...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dante Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
De Hortis Julii Martialis Robert Louis Stevenson	Beyond, the Alban and the Tuscan hills; And the cool groves and the cool falling rills, Rubre Fidenae, and with virgin...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Dedication To Lady Windsor Alfred Austin	To find You in your Tuscan...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Drinking Song Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Even Redi, though he chaunted Bacchus in the Tuscan valleys, Never drank the wine he vaunted In his dithyrambic...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
E.B.B. James Thomson	She in well-loved Tuscan earth; Finding all their death’s long home Far from their old home of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Epitaphs Translated From Chiabrera William Wordsworth	A Tuscan audience: but full soon was called To the perpetual silence of the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Fill For Me A Brimming Bowl John Keats	'' Yet as the Tuscan mid the snow Of Lapland dreams on sweet Arno, Even so for ever shall she be The Halo of my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Florence Alfred Austin	you are No stranger in this Tuscan...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Flower-De-Luce: Giotto's Tower Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	In the old Tuscan town stands Giotto's tower, The lily of Florence blossoming in stone,-- A vision, a delight,...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
From Tuscan Came My Lady's Worthy Race Henry Howard	From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race; Fair Florence...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Grief- eve Carla A. Pellegrino	I close my eyes and drift The Tuscan sun in Late July I’m melting in my living room My mom is dying… In my...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horace to Leuconoë Edwin Arlington Robinson	Shatters the Tuscan seas to-day, the last— Be wise withal, and rack your wine, nor fill Your bosom with large...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Horatius Thomas Babbington Macaulay	To eastward and to westward Have spread the Tuscan bands; Nor house, nor fence, nor dovecote In Crustumerium...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)