Poems with rhymes of line

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line

When shakin' their bustles like ladies so fine,
The guns o' the enemy wheel into line,

In the harmony divine
Of an ever-lengthening line

And on that Tomb to read the line,
Here lies a Love that once was mine,

He was the author of his line--
He wrote that witches should be burnt;
He wrote that monarchs were divine,

In regard I want that wine
Which should conjure up a line.

'Tis in the gifted line,
In each far thought divine,

The seven sister-poplars who go softly in a line;
And I think my heart is whiter for its parley with a star
That trembled out at nightfall and hung above the pine.

All along a narrow way that marks a crooked line.
How are you to slake me, and how are you to feed me?
With bitter yellow berries, and a sharp new wine.

Forgive me, God, and blot each line
Out of my book, that is not Thine.

For a simple breast like mine—
Butterflies from St. Domingo
Cruising round the purple line—

On the horizon's nearing line,
Where the sky rests, a visible wall,
Grey in the offing, I divine,

You - you alone, of all the long, long line
Of those who've sung untaught, unknown, unnamed,
Have stretched out upward, seeking the divine.

Or mark the northmost border line
Of sun-loved growths of nut and vine.

The Sun, who never stops to dine,
Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line,

They whisper to my heart; their thoughts are mine.
‘Why are you here with all your watches ended?
From Ypres to Frise we sought you in the Line.’

Across the Queensland border line
The mobs of cattle go;
They travel down in sun and shine

All is black shadow but the lucid line
Marked by the light surf on the level sand,
Or where afar the ship-lights faintly shine

And wake for her the gifted line,
That wild and witching lay,
And swear your heart is as a shrine,