Poems with rhymes of glancing

Of the girl gone chancing,
Glancing,

Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing,
And loud resounded mirth and dancing.

We violed till, upward glancing
To where a mirror leaned,
We saw her airily dancing,

Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing,
And loud resounded mirth and dancing.

Then his eye wild ardors glancing,
From the choired gods advancing,

The lightnings are glancing,
The hoar-spray is dancing—

Where the dark hair'd girls are dancing,
Fairies in the moonlight glancing,

Rode soldiers with their breast-plates glancing,
Helmets and snow-white feathers dancing,

Glad galaxies of youth are dancing,
Treading the perfume of the flowers,
Filling the hours with mazy glancing.

Sipping, dancing,
Flying, glancing,

Ladies, where were your bright eyes glancing,
Where were they glancing yester-night?
Saw ye Imogen dancing, dancing,

But hark! whose steps in the glancing
Moonbeams are these I hear,
That sound as if timed to dancing

The glorying forest shakes and swings with glancing
Of boughs that dip and strain; young, slanting sprays
Beckon and shift like lissom creatures dancing,

The Satyrs o'er the lawns full nimbly dancing,
Frisk it apace to view thy beauty's glancing.

And you in your red shoulder sash come dancing
With Val against me languid by the wall,
Your burning coffee-colored eyes keen glancing

Under the bough, or by the firelight dancing,
With thy sweet temper, and thy spirit free,
Didst come, as restless as a bird's wing glancing,

As o’er some stranger glancing:
Her welcome, spoke in faltering phrase,
Lost in his courser’s prancing—

The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing,
The bare trees are tossing their branches on high;
The dead leaves, beneath them, are merrily dancing,

The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing,
The bare trees are tossing their branches on high;
The dead leaves beneath them are merrily dancing,

While the Kern, with white feet prancing,
Downward dancing,
Gaily glancing,