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They bloom blood-flowers in the tearful dew - "Adonium" [The Continental Monthly v.II no.1, July 1862]

Dining on sunshine, breakfasting on dew - Willis Boyd Allen "Dandelion"

Gone with the roses and dew - Libbie C. Baer "When My Soul Findeth Wings"

With slumber's dews oppressed - Benjamin West Ball "Ariel's Song"

The nightshade's dew in venomed drops - Benjamin West Ball "Proem"

Fell gently on my heart like falling dews - J.R. Barrick "To Miss Light Underwood" [Graham's Magazine v.XL no.4, April 1852]

To dip the pen of time in dew - Elizabeth Bartlett "Interview"

The first gray drops of dew - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Drug-Shop, or, Endymion in Edmonstoun"

The warm air webbed with dew - Edmund Blunden "Forefathers"

A walk-around dance of rain and dew - Russell Brakefield "Rag"

Feed the moths and wasting dews - Patrick Bronte "Journeying for the Recovery of His Health"

Thick as the watering dews of Eden - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"

The sun had drunk the dew - William Cullen Bryant "Summer Wind"

Hangs the dew in every nodding cup - George S. Burleigh "Sunshine and Rain" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Filled each leafy vein with dew - Witter Bynner "Apollo Troubadour"

The glimmer of the honey dew - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "Cherry Valley"

Wet with the morning and the evening dew - Prof. Wm. Campbell "An Evening Song" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.4, Oct. 1848]

Meadows of the dew build dawn - W. Wilfred Campbell "Phaethon"

Dim curtains of duskfire and dew - W. Wilfred Campbell "The Wayfarer"

Wakened eyes of moonlit dew - David Gillis Carter "Dusk"

And silent fall the dews - J.E.A. Carver "Evening"

Dew on the crooked stem of a crooked log - James Salvius Cheng "Cat Amongst the Cabbages"

The dew that drips from the magnolias - "The Ch'u Tz'u: Encountering Sorrow" transl. by Burton Watson

In deference to the dew - Susan Coolidge "Menace"

The dew which faileth none - Susan Coolidge "Savoir C'est Pardonner"

The dusted shimmer of dew - Adelaide Crapsey "The Monk in the Garden"

With the spell of Fire and Dew - George Cronyn "Dionysus Eleutherios: The Answer"

Where the primrose and the dew are - Walter de la Mare "Bluebells"

To sing of buttercups and dew - Walter de la Mare "Sleepyhead"

The break of day that wears a shining dew decked diadem - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "Poem [Ah, I know what happiness is....]"

Thread the dews all night - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature IX: The Grass"

That heard the tale of dews - Emily Dickinson "Book 1: Nature XII: Psalm of the Day"

The dew upon a dandelion's sleeve - Emily Dickinson "Book 2: Nature XIX: By the Sea"

Silver of dew on a sickle - Chris Dombrowski "Van Gogh's Palette"

The scented dew long cupped in lilies - Lord Alfred Douglas "Two Loves"

Your gift of dews and light - Edward Dowden "Flowers from the South of France"

Compact of spirit and fire and dew - Edward Dowden "Prologue to Maurice Gerothwohl's Version of Vigny's 'Chatterton'"

When the vesper dew of heaven descends - Joseph Rodman Drake "To a Friend"

Loves the dews of the starry night - Charles G. Eastman "The Yellow Corn"

The dews of evening quaff - Catharine M. Fanshawe "An Imitation of Wordsworth"

Dews wrung from the Sun-god's eyes - Eleanor Farjeon "Apollo in Pherae"

Faithful as dew to the drooping flowers - G.G. Foster "Song of Sleep" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIII no.3, Sept. 1848]

Join hands in the dew coming coldly - Robert Frost "Asking for Roses"

Taut with dew from garden bed to eaves - Robert Frost "The Death of the Hired Man"

Shake dew on the knuckle - Robert Frost "To Earthward"

Born burning in the dew - Zona Gale "In J. P. P.'s Metre"

Green was grey with dew - Zona Gale "One Dawn She Woke Me--"

Glistens with the dew of money - Carmen Gimenez "All Money Is a Matter of Belief"

Dew droppings sweet from starry spheres - Mary Freeman Goldbeck "On Hearing a 'Trio'" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.6, Dec. 1864]

Planted as it is in the dew - Leah Naomi Green "Week Ten: Plum"

In a perpetual dew of benedictions - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Crystalled dew from the hyacinth's deep hue - G.H.H. "Night and Morning" (from The Knickerbocker, v. 23:3, March 1844)

Cool breeze and the dews of morning - Fitz-Greene Halleck "Twilight"

White dew descends on the hundred grasses - Han Yu "Autumn Thoughts" transl. by Burton Watson

Slippery with dew and laughter - Joy Harjo "How to Write a Poem in a Time of War"

Loves the dews of spring - Walter Everette Hawkins "Ask Me Why I Love You"

With silver thread of dew - Alfred Hayes "My Study"

Dripping with the dews of night - Jeannette Fraser Henshall "This Year"

Crushing crystal dews beneath - Geo. Canning Hill "Theodora: a Ballad of the Woods"

Sunbeam, breeze, and drop of dew - Robert Hogg "Oh, What Are the Chains of Love Made Of?"

And dew in the twilights between - William D. Howells "A Springtime"

Sweet as purple dew - Langston Hughes "Midnight Dancer"

The rich dews of fortune - Mrs Margaret M. Inglis "Removed from Vain Fashion"

Weave songs fresh as the dew - "IX: Otro Tlaocolcuica Otomitl | An Otomi Song of Sadness" transl. from Nahuatl by Daniel G. Brinton

Kindled with vermillion dew - Jami "Salaman and Absal: Absal Tempts Salaman" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald

The grey dew keeps no traces - Elinor Jenkins "The Lovers' Walk"

Knit her a verb of silk and dew - Lois P. Jones "Between Fulmination and Adoration"

Dew sifting in slow motion - Zilka Joseph "Man hu? Man Hu?"

A portion of ethereal dew - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"

Dew so sweet and virulent - John Keats "Lamia [Left to herself]"

The sky-lark shakes the tremulous dew - John Keats "To a Friend who sent me some Roses"

All steeped in starry dew - Fanny Kemble "To the Spring"

A spider bathing in dew - Archibald Lampman "Among the Timothy"

Like a bridegroom bathing in dew - D.H. Lawrence "Almond Blossom"

Harvest-feeding dews, fine-winnowed light - Emma Lazarus "The New Year"

Drawn in living fire and dew - Ruth Lechlitner "Night in August"

Music drawn in living fire and dew - Ruth Lechlitner "Night in August"

Drink the drops of freezing dew - Li T'ai-Po "The Northern Flight" translated by Florence Ayscough and adapted by Amy Lowell

One scorched phoenix that mourned in the dew - Vachel Lindsay "Kalamazoo"

An empty phantom as cold as summer dew - E.M. "The Lathe of Morpheus: A Dream Song/A tribute to B.C. from E.M."

As cold as the summer dew - E.M. "Part I. To Bridget. The Invocation"

Magic dew in topaz cup - Isabel Ecclestone Mackay "The Crocus Bed"

Dew and dark together meet - Isabel Ecclestone Mackay "The Lost Name"

Brown hayfield in the dew - Jeannette Marks "Thatch"

Poppies with cups for dew - Jeannette Marks "To Some Flowers"

With bitter dew and star dust - Jeannette Marks "'When Spring'"

With night dews chilled and wet - George Martin "Celestine"

In dewy dreams of bliss - George Martin "Marguerite"

The manna's sacred dew distil - Andrew Marvell "A Drop of Dew"

Idle in the dew drenched night - Claude McKay "Subway Wind"

The balm of the dews descending - Louis J. McQuilland "A Song of the Open Road"

Cool as dew in twilight - George Meredith "Love in the Valley"

Into my arid days like dew - Edna St. Vincent Millay sonnet V from Second April

Sweet magnolia bloom embalmed in dews - Joaquin Miller "The Sea of Fire"

Every herb that sips the dew - John Milton "Il Penseroso"

Mirrored in the pearly dew - Francis Neilson "Sweet Face, I See Thee Shine"

Fought over by fire and dew - Pablo Neruda "Ars Magnetica" transl. by Alastair Reid

Dew with its bitter greetings - Pablo Neruda "Come Up with Me, American Love" transl. by Nathaniel Tarn

Let dew fall on horseshoes - Pablo Neruda "The Earth" transl. by Richard Schaaf

Like a dog rolling around in the dew - Pablo Neruda "Love for this Book" transl. by Dennis Maloney and Clark M. Zlotchew

Wounded by bullets of dew - Pablo Neruda "Ocean Lady" transl. by Maria Jacketti

The architectural clarity of the dew - Pablo Neruda "Ode to a Stamp Album" transl. by Margaret Sayers Peden

The harsh dew of your golden earth - Pablo Neruda "Song on the Death and Resurrection of Luis Companys" translated by Donald D. Walsh

Of war and sun and cruel dew - Pablo Neruda "The Unburied Woman of Paita" transl. by Maria Jacketti

Fresh dawning after the dews of blood - Effie Lee Newsome "Morning Light"

Dew that burns like wine - Alfred Noyes "Linnaeus"

Green mallows enfolding the dew - P'an Yueh "Rhyme-Prose on the Idle Life" transl. by Burton Watson

More glory in a drop of dew - Alexander Posey "The Dew and the Bird"

Each with a timid drop of dew - Geo. D. Prentiss "Lines [The Sunset's sweet and holy blush]"

Sun that pauses to kiss the dew - Marguerite Radclyffe-Hall "My Valley"

The secret of the fiery dew - Theodore H. Rand "The Cirrus Cloud"

Minister of cooling dew - Theodore H. Rand "The Rain Cloud"

Throbbing as fiery dew - Theodore H. Rand "Sea Music"

With the drops of the deep-lying dew - Henry Scott Riddell "When the Star of the Morning"

Pass in some bright avalanche of dew - Lola Ridge "Firehead part II: John: He walks at dawn in a wood without Jerusalem"

Outweep the very dews - James Whitcombe Riley "When I Do Mock"

Tiny footsteps print the dew - Mrs. Mary Robinson "All Alone"

Dying in the dew - Alice Wellington Rollins "The Difference"

Hangs a rainbow strung with dew - Christina Rossetti "Autumn"

The dew laughing in the trees - Sonia Sanchez "A Love Song for Spelman"

Their voices echo the dew - Sonia Sanchez "A Love Song for Spelman"

And their dreams dew kissed - Margaret E. Sangster "To an Old Schoolhouse"

All of joy imbibe the dew - Friedrich Schiller "Hymn to Joy" transl. not credited

A glowworm golden in a dell of dew - Percy Bysshe Shelley "Ode to a Skylark"

Like a tear of everlasting dew - George Sterling "Autumn (StC)"

And danced on five dew drops - George Sterling "Insincerities"

The dew of old devotions - Wallace Stevens "Peter Quince at the Clavier"

Blow the globes of dew from opening buds - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "Closed"

Released tangy dews and ozones - May Swenson "Rain at Wildwood"

Soul as clear as sunlit dew - Algernon Swinburne "A Dead Friend"

In the dark with the dreams and the dews - Algernon Charles Swinburne "The Triumph of Time"

Dew and frost flowering and withering - Tao Yuan-ming aka T'ao Ch'ien "Substance, Shadow, and Spirit" transl. by Burton Watson

Drank my tears for dew - Sara Teasdale "The Rose"

Softest dews of peace in showers - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: III. Thoughts"

Bathed in a crumbling dew - "'Tis Sweet to Roam"

The gentle touch of dripping dew - Iris Tree "[I laid my heart on a stone]"

Distil its rich and silent dews - Richard Chenevix Trench "Dedicatory Lines"

On their golden sheaves the quivering dew - H.T. Tuckerman "Luna.--An Ode" [Graham's Magazine v.XXXIV no.5, May 1849]

In the dew's bright morning hour - Emile Verhaeren "Les Heures Claires VIII" transl. by Alma Strettell

Amidst the clover sweet with dew - Nixon Waterman "Thoughts Thought Whilst Thinkin' About Mary and Her Pet Lamb"

A curtain of translucent dew - Blanco White "Night and Death"

Turning dew into threads - Roberta Hill Whiteman "A Nation Wrapped in Stone"

Distilled itself like dews in rue and asphodel - Helen Hay Whitney "To E. D."

Gentle violets weeping with the dew - Oscar Wilde "The Grave of Keats"

A little dew on the sunrise grass - Charles Wright "Tomorrow"

Fleeting as wind and the dews - John Wright "The Old Blighted Thorn"

Dew upon the lattice panes - Francis Brett Young "After Action"


The death-dews of Chaos - Vachel Lindsay "The Last Song of Lucifer"


The gold, unlaced, dew-drunken daffodils - Muriel Stuart "The New Aspasia"

Dew-drunken daffodils shouting the dawn - Muriel Stuart "The New Aspasia"


Jangled freshets to a dewless land - Michael Field "From the Highway"


As dewlight off the rose - George Meredith "The Woods of Westermain"


Dewpoint and a level field - Linda Gregerson "Elegant"


Enchain dew-soft darks in silence tender - Kate Putnam "Excuse" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.4, August 1864]


Drunk on honey-dew and violet's breath - Vachel Lindsay "The Tiger on Parade"


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