Poems with rhymes of leans

One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:
We found her hidden just behind those screens,

Is yet a Soul whose master-bias leans
To homefelt pleasures and to gentle scenes;

The rows of sweetcorn and the China beans
Beyond the lettuce-beds where, towering, leans

But, when to Sin our byast Nature leans,
The carefull Devil is still at hand with means;

And crowded growth of wheat and beans,
That with the hope of plenty leans

Lo, the little harebell leans
On the spire-grass that it queens,

And oer his heavy hopper stoutly leans
Strewing wi swinging arms the pattering beans

I don't know what in the world it means--
Tickle me, Love, in these Lonesome Ribs!--
An' nen when I _tell_ him I don't, he leans

Slender and young, above him leans:
The sands are changed to tender greens;

Her face is vague—a barrier intervenes;
And ever from her loneliness she leans,

To his first bias longingly he leans
And rather would be great by wicked means.

Lo! where on that huge anchor sadly leans
That sick tall figure, lost in other scenes;

Strange hour, is this thy waning face that leans
Out of mid-heaven and makes my soul its glass?
What victory is imaged there? What means

A low white cottage intervenes:
Against the wall a blind man leans,

Such pleasure in detailing convent scenes:--
'Tis not my whim, but TASTE, that thither leans: