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I Cannot Forget with what Fervid Devotion William Cullen Bryant	Mid the twilight of mountain groves wandering long; How thrilled my young veins, and how throbbed my full bosom, When o'er...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
I Was A Stranger, And Ye Took Me In John Greenleaf Whittier	Through orange bloom and groves of...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Immortality Joseph Addison	With citron groves adorn a distant...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In everything I seek to grasp... Boris Pasternak	Miraculously conjured Parks, groves, graves and solitudes- A living...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Memory of Edward Butler Henry Kendall	Doth miss her daughter of the groves — The golden-headed...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In Praise of Angling Sir Henry Wotton	Blest silent groves, O, may you be Forever mirth's best...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
In the dusky glow of evening Raitano	echoing kiais rise above castle walls and olive...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Inscriptions In The Ground Of Coleorton, The Seat Of Sir George Beaumont, Bart., Leicestershire William Wordsworth	These groves have heard the Other's pensive strains; Devoted thus, their spirits did unite By interchange...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Inscriptions: VII: The Wood Nymph Mark Akenside	The groves of yonder vale Are, all, my offspring: and each Nymph, who guards The copses and the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Inscriptions: VIII: Ye Powers Unseen Mark Akenside	neighbouring groves Are mute; nor even a linnet's random strain Echoeth amid the...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Introduction To The Song Of Hiawatha Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	And beyond them stood the forest, Stood the groves of singing pine-trees, Green in Summer, white in Winter, Ever sighing, ever...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Invocation Alfred Austin	smiling, await your smile; And still in my olive-groves bask and stray, Till the warm-winged waters and winds of May Shall waft you back to your own...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
It was an April morning: fresh and clear William Wordsworth	The budding groves seemed eager to urge on The steps of June; as if their various hues Were only hindrances...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Jogadhya Uma. Toru Dutt	Onwards through groves the pedlar sped Till full in front the sunlit spire Arose before...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Jordan George Herbert	Is it no verse, except enchanted groves And sudden arbours shadow coarse-spun...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Jordan (I) George Herbert	Is it no verse, except enchanted groves And sudden arbors shadow coarse-spun...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
June William Cullen Bryant	When brooks send up a cheerful tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, The rich, green mountain-turf should...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Justin Frederick George Scott	Nor only these, But from the laughing groves and vine-clad hills And valleys come sweet sounds—the notes of birds, The hum of insects, when...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Kallundborg Church ( From The Tent on the Beach) John Greenleaf Whittier	And seaward over its groves of birch Still looks the tower of Kallundborg church Where, first at its altar, a wedded...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Kensington Garden Thomas Tickell	Long have these groves to royal guests been known, Nor Nassau first prefer'd them to a...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
L'Envoi Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	"...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Letter I. From The Magpie To The Sparrow. (The Bird And Insects' Post-Office.) Robert Bloomfield	you are never seen in the woods and groves with me and my companions, where we have the blessing of free liberty, and fly where we...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Letter IV. From A Young Nightingale To A Wren. (The Bird And Insects' Post-Office.) Robert Bloomfield	return in the spring to sing in your English...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Life And Immortality James Beattie	'O ye wild groves, oh, where is now your...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)
Life In A Dream Edward Smyth Jones	When the dove to his mate softly cooes In the groves by the streams and the moon's silver beams, Where the swain oft his maid gently...	Rate it (0.00 / 0 votes)