Poems with rhymes of cunning

running,
Fair ranging, far seeing, good hunting, sure cunning!

Here it was he showed his cunning—
Let the mare make all the running:

Her straight speech free-running,
That my phantom lack not in cunning,

She loads the arts with nonsense, she is very cunning
Science with dreams and the state with powers to catch them at last.
Nothing will escape her at last, flying nor running.

Down from his wound, as from a fountain, running,
He sighed for rage, and trembled as he stood,
He blamed his fortune, folly, want of cunning;

Absolutely tired of running.
Incessant hunger making internal burning.
Helpless. Too moral to commit cunning.

Ah, use no guile nor cunning
If you should even yet love me.
Hark, Time with Love is running,

Smooth moves are actually cunning –
Hosts of the masks are fighting with no arms;
Lie, feign, deceive. It would be stunning

the evening is near, cajolinng and cunning
should we compromise this jovial running?

Animals are very cunning,
They hear hunters,
They start running.

As a bulk, all wonders so running,
Know not a thing to salve all cunning,

impact gradual and stunning
shot making marvelous and cunning