Poems with rhymes of these

And clumping from the branches, and with these
The nectarine’s fragrant swarms so lushly streaked,
That flavour even the breeze:

And scattered here and there, with these,
The knarred and crooked cedar knees;

Leafy evening in the apple trees
And you would not forget this anymore
And even if you died there would be these

The birds are asleep in the trees:
Wait; soon like these

Which would the picture give us of these?
Surely the heart that conceived it sought
Heart's ease.

'Tis wise the happy Hour to seize;
For, search the Nation round,
Such Peers, or Commoners, as these,

I cannot get my sleep to-night; old bones are hard to please;
I'll stand the middle watch up here -- alone wi' God an' these

Of the youth -- beware of these --
For some of them might rudely squeeze

What price to you for daffodils? I'll give what price you please,
For light and love and memory lie leaf by leaf with these!

The surge of storm-bowed trees--
The Caesars perished soon,
And Rome Herself: But these

ONCE, deep in thought, I, passing 'neath some trees,
Beheld a troop of maidens gathering flowers;
One cried: 'Ah look'; another: 'Nay, see these,'

Our homestead flowers and fruited trees
May Eden's orchard shame;
We taste the tempting sweets of these

These, and far more than these,
The Poet sees!

Look, you have cast out Love! What Gods are these
You bid me please?

So, as I don't value such things as these,
You must do, Mr. Devil, just as God please.

And Thou, O lord, our Rest and Ease,
Are better far than these.

Foxes and goats; all beasts change when they please,
Shall women, more hot, wily, wild then these,

My business awhile is with different trees,
Less carefully nourished, less fruitful than these,

I cannot get my sleep to-night; old bones are hard to please;
I'll stand the middle watch up here -- alone wi' God an' these

And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier far than these.