Poems with rhymes of talk

To whom I fain would talk
Tell her I hour by hour
Pine on my own poor stalk.

You can use his purse with no more talk
Than he uses yours for his spendings,
And laugh and meet in your daily walk

That he, although a country's talk
For silken clothes and stately walk.

They see me walk and walk
To keep the blood-flow in my feet,
And though they never talk

Whose cordial talk,
And jokes in doggish language said,
Beguiled his walk.

Down this side ofthe gravel-walk
She went while her rope's edge brushed the box:
And here she paused in her gracious talk

One morn we strolled on our dry walk,
Or quiet home all full in view,
And held such intermitted talk

They would not have loitered to mock
Nor spared your white parrots who walked by their paws
With bantering venturesome talk.

Asking for that expected walk,
And almost talk.

Therefore I hope to join your seaside walk,
Saddened, and mostly silent, with emotion;
Not interrupting with intrusive talk

With news of nations in his talk
And something royal in his walk,

And when I pay attention I must out and walk
Among the dogs and horses that understand my talk.

You’d think, to hear some people talk,
That lads go West with sobs and curses,
And sullen faces white as chalk,

With Thee my soul can talk;
In secret places Thee I find
Where I do kneel or walk.

At every Dinner, every Talk
Where Men foregather, eat or walk,

This line for ourselves out we will chalk,
And we are determined in it to walk-
For people will talk.

So once it was with me you stooped to talk
Laughing and listening in this very lane:
To think that by this way we used to walk

The gay-dress'd minstrels sing; no maid will talk
Of sitting on my tomb, until the leaves,
Grown big upon the bushes of the walk,

When, not to hear, some try to talk,
And some to clean their guns, or sing,
And some dig deeper in the chalk -- -

Here snakes and all vile reptiles crawl around you as you walk,
But these you never hear about in Mr. Jordan's talk;