Poems with rhymes of turned

The weary wheel to a spinet turned,
The tallow candle an astral burned,

What matter that no cannon had been turned
Into a ploughshare? Parliament and king
Thought that unless a little powder burned

She must have reached this shrub ere she turned,
As back with that murmur the wicket swung;
For she laid the poor snail, my chance foot spurned,

On us as on the meanest, till we learned
That he who lies will steal, who steals will slay.
Neither God's judgment nor man's heart was turned.

But, with the fulness of a heart that burned
For the deep sympathies of mind, I turned

Was kissed all over till it burned,
By lips the truest, love e'er turned

His horse to town he turned,
And drew some five-and-twenty pound
For fees that he had earned.

Which, when to the east she turned,
With a sudden lustre burned.

The tempted, tempter turned;
When he was feted and caressed
And I was coldly spurned?

Then to his poor trade he turned,
Whereby the daily meal was earned.

Was kissed all over till it burned,
By lips the truest, love e'er turned

Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned,

If our suit be spurned
We shall play the thief, lady,
When your back is turned;

To the time when his eyes on your wistful eyes turned,
And ye saw his lips move, and his head bent to hear you,
As new-born and glad to his kindness ye yearned?

From ill-requited toil he turned
To ride with Picton and with Pack,
Among his grammars inly burned

Thare other wimmin was concerned!--
And--well!--I know I must a-turned

On us as on the meanest, till we learned
That he who lies will steal, who steals will slay.
Neither God's judgment nor man's heart was turned.

Not even that the angels slowly turned
Their faces, speechless, as I hurried by
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned);

Then, with a quick-flushed cheek, I turned,
And into mine her dark eyes burned.

I, not so fond, but gaz'd whilst such fire burned,
And all my heart straight into flames was turned.