Poems with rhymes of wear

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

And, shed for you, a secret tear
To see the shabby clothes you wear.

(I, that would not wait to wear
My own bridal things,
In a dress dark as my hair

Then like a queen, Despair
Put on the stars to wear.

Some the weather fades and tear
Thieves carry some to sell or to wear

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Child, I will give you rings to wear,
And, if you love them, dainty dresses,
Flowers for your bosom and your hair,

And took the flowers to fair:
I brought them home unheeded;
The hue was not the wear.

Not so; the feather that I wear
Is from an eyrie in the air!

Lift—if you care—the listless hair—
Handle the adamantine fingers
Never a thimble—more—shall wear—

Though She forget the name I bear—
The fashion of the Gown I wear—

Such is my heart—roses are fair,
And that at best a withered blossom;
But thy false care did idly wear

The silk he will save! the blonde he will spare—
I wish he may leave Your Grace any to wear.

Wherefore weave with toil and care
The rich robes your tyrants wear?

Need stronger glasses than the ones I wear,
But Oh I feel my heart would recognize
Her face without the rose - she is so fair.

Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,
That th' eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.

She gives him a golden chain to wear,
And a silver chalice would the youth
Give her in return of beauty rare.

Hid love in all the folds of all thy hair,
Fed thee on summers, watered thee with showers,
Given all the gold that all the seasons wear

In prison, in thy womb; and though He there
Can take no sin, nor thou give, yet He will wear,

And fondly broods with miser-care;
Time but th' impression stronger makes,
As streams their channels deeper wear.