Poems with rhymes of THING

Is an equal, be he King,
Or poorest of the beggar-clan
Or any other wonderous thing

Then to Silvia let us sing,
That Silvia is excelling;
She excels each mortal thing

A very precious thing,
And keep it in the air for me
Because I am a King.

The Morning—Happy thing—
Supposed that He had come to dwell—
And Life would all be Spring!

How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing

Hurt no living thing:
Ladybird, nor butterfly,
Nor moth with dusty wing,

Ilk happing bird, wee, helpless thing!
That, in the merry months o' spring,

JUST a very common thing -
Shouts and whistles, bells that ring,

Sweet Jesus, heaven's King,
Fair and best of all thing,

Lives that lonely thing
That shone before these eyes
Targeted, trod like Spring.

And many a little whispering thing
Is calling the Shee.
The dewy bells of evening ring,

and a bird in my heart begins to sing
over and over the same sweet thing--

'Twas all about a little thing
I made a mystery of sound,
I found it in a fairy ring

You will find it exactly the thing:
It will carry and fetch, you can ride on its back,
Or lead it about with a string.

In a far-off spring,
But each gentle thing,

It is a pretty thing;
And flies about like the birds,
But it does not sing.

No longer has he strength to plume his wing,
No longer strength to raise his head, poor thing!

They honey, the sting!
When you seek for me--look
For a different thing!

This is to-day; and I have no thing
To think of-- nothing whatever to do
But to hear the throb of the pulse of a wing

Let other bards of angels sing,
Bright suns without a spot;
But thou art no such perfect thing: