Poems with rhymes of Pining

Sweet close rings of the serpent's twining,
As heart in heart lay sighing and pining.

Like the twilight shining,
Haunted by a calendar,
Miranda sits a-pining.

'I am long past wailing and whining-
I have wept too much in my life:
I've had twenty years of pining

I am the brown bird pining
To leave the nest and fly --
Oh, be the fresh cloud shining,

Sez the Times a silver lining
Is what has set us pining,

Her form decay’d by pining,
Till through her wasted hand, at night,
You saw the taper shining.

I have not writ this letter of divining
To make a glory of thy silent pining,

The sea-depths, pining
For days gone by, who saw Julin
Beneath him shining,

Were once our beings blent and intertwining,
And therefore still my heart for thine is pining?

From the urchin pining
For his father's knee --
From the lattice shining,

And most she mourned with feverish piteous pining,
When o'er the land the summer sun was shining;

Wherever a slave in his fetters is pining;
Wherever the lash of the driver is twining;

We saw that she was pining
For her own loved English land,
And her life's sweet light declining,

Sighing and whining,
Dying and pining,

Beauty arise, show forth thy glorious shining,
Thine eyes feed love, for them he standeth pining ;

Up, up, into the shining,
Translucent morning sky,
No longer dull and pining,

Lo! Ten thousand steeples shining
Through this mighty Christian land,
While four millions slaves all pining

But the Dog-star, brightly shining
In the hottest of July,
Saw the pretty Pleiad pining

When at eventide reclining,
At thy hearthstone gay and free,
Think of one whose life is pining,

If from painful wrongs you're pining,
Soothe it, seek the silver lining.