Title | Poet | Year Written | Collection | Body |
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To a June Breeze | Henry Cuyler Bunner | English |
Wind of the City Streets, Wherever She may stay, |
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To a Lady | Thomas William Parsons | English |
My christmas gifts were few: to one And to another—she who sent |
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To a Lady | John James Piatt | English |
You ask a verse, to sing (ah, laughing face!) |
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To a Lady | John James Piatt | English |
On Her Art of Growing Old Gracefully YOU ask a verse, to sing (ah, laughing face!) |
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To a Lady admiring Herself in a Looking-Glass | Thomas Randolph | 1625 | English |
Fair lady, when you see the grace |
To a Lily | James Matthew Legare | English |
Go bow thy head in gentle spite, Soft are thy leaves and white: her arms |
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To a Louse | Robert Burns | 1779 | English |
On Seeing One on a Lady’s Bonnet at Church HA! whare ye gaun, ye crawlin’ ferlie? |
To a Magnolia Flower in the Garden of the Armenian Convent at Venice | Silas Weir Mitchell | English |
I saw thy beauty in its high estate Hast thou no gift beyond thine ivory cone’s |
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To a Moth | Charles Edward Thomas | English |
Poor Creature! nay, I ’ll not say poor, See here—’t is but two lines above |
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To a Mountain Daisy | Robert Burns | 1779 | English |
On Turning One Down with the Plough in April, 1786 WEE, modest, crimson-tippèd flower, |
To a Mouse | Robert Burns | 1779 | English |
On Turning Her up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785 WEE, sleekit, cowerin’, timorous beastie, |
To a poet's wife |
She, who in lonely pride may wear |
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To a poet, painter and musician |
Three Muses one day |
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To a Portrait | Arthur Symons | 1885 | English |
A Pensive photograph How the dear waiting eyes Ghost of old love, wronged ghost,... |
To a Rose | Frank Dempster Sherman | English |
Go, rose, and in her golden hair And when your spicy odor goes, |
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To a Shred of Linen | English |
WOULD they swept cleaner!— |
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To a silent poet | English |
I see the sons of Genius rise |
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To a Skeleton | Anonymous | English |
[The Ms. of this poem, which appeared in 1820, was said to have been found in the Museum of the Royal College of Surgeons, in London, near a perfect human skeleton. It was published in the Morning Chronicle. The author was never discovered, although a reward of fifty guineas was offered.]... |
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To a Town Poet | Lizette Woodworth Reese | English |
Snatch the departing mood; What if your heritage be |
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To a Waterfowl | William Cullen Bryant | 1814 | English |
whither, midst falling dew, Vainly the fowler’s eye |