Potential Titles: Run/Ran
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Metal, plastic, glass running down a roadway to infinity - Linda Addison "Evolving"
Run with wine of daybreak - Conrad Aiken "Parasite"
Chameleons run through twenty colors in the sun - Thomas Bailey Aldrich (uncredited) "An Idyl" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.39, Jan. 1861]
The penny dropped ends its run - Alise Alousi "Forgiveness is the smell of crushed flowers"
While endless ages run - "Apolutikion" transl. by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices
The future running backwards - Homero Aridjis (transl. by George McWhirter) "The last night of the world"
That loves to run with storms - Atticus "Love Her Wild"
And run quickly into their tomorrows - Atticus "Magic in Adventure"
A chiller current swifter run - Albion Fellows Bacon "When Youth is Gone"
Could run upon the breeze - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"
little lines run crazy across the lettuce - Lee Ballentine "Cryogenica"
Comes running to watch while a year plummets - Mary Jo Bang "Catastrophe Theory III"
Running up a further lifetime of debt - Mary Jo Bang "The Key"
Radio signals run through rain - Mary Jo Bang "One Photograph of a Rooftop"
A live wire runs between us - Lou Barrett "Two Poets and a Physician: 1918"
with blue lines running in the mind - Elizabeth Bartlett "stormbird"
Back to the garden did they run - William E. Barton "The Story of a Pumpkin Pie"
The current of thought now runs so high - Charlotte F. Bates "Contrasted Moods" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.98, Feb. 1876]
Strong as a current runs - b: william bearhart "No More Fire Here: A Sestina"
What comes will run us through from the front - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"
Black wind runs trotting to the dark - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"
Creep and run and sail and fly - "A Big Playfellow" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]
A storied purple destiny of ships run aground - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"
Runs in blood down palace walls - William Blake "London"
The whisper through the tansies run - Edmund Blunden "Perch-Fishing"
When our fountains run empty - Jaswinder Bolina "The Reluctant Senator to His Provincial Mistress"
Became a master of the art of running - John R. Bolles "The Story of Two Bulls"
A wind that runs with a blue flame of foreboding - William Stanley Braithwaite "Rye Bread" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
The new road runs along the old road - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
Running from the freedom of my own blood - Mahogany L. Browne "Goodnight, Moon"
Where the living water runs - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"
No vacation from running this place - Stephanie Burt "Frostina"
Make a fleeting run through the markdowns - Taylor Byas "Conversion: On Cincinnati's Converted Churches, God, and Lucifer"
Run from stars till you are out of breath - Witter Bynner "The Wild Star"
I wanted to run from terror - Cecilia Caballero "Octavia Said You Cannot Know How Deeply People Feel Their Ancestors"
Morning run among the lilies and the rowdy waterfowl - Scott Cairns "Idiot Psalms 2: A psalm of Isaak, accompanied by baying hounds"
The beagles run like wind - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "Reynardine"
That run now hunting glowworms - Thomas Carew "To My Worthy Friend Master George Sandys, on His Translation of the Psalms"
The roads that run through Beauty's realm - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"
In the ages yet to run - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices
Runs through the sky in ecstasy - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Noon"
The hare has still more heart to run - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"
Run the line straight through regardless - M.C. Childs "Electrical Symbols"
An hour-glass on the run - John Clare "What Is Life?"
the thread running forever in shadow - Lucille Clifton "shadows"
Grief runs in his veins - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene III"
Dance before the song runs out - CAConrad "Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return"
Where the rock runs up to Heaven - James H. Cousins "Schakhe"
Stern stands and bitter runs for glory - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"
Run after a vanishing dream - Adelaide Crapsey "The Properly Scholarly Attitude"
Runs crafty down the wind - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"
To this most perilous venture run - Rev. William Crowe "On F.W. the King of Prussia's Ineffectual Attempt on Warsaw"
In every danger my course I've run - John Philpot Curran "The Deserter's Meditation"
A pale sound like running - Meg Day "10 AM is When You Come to Me"
Molten glass from furnace run - Walter de la Mare "Sotto Voce"
Blood running its wires of flame - Toi Derricotte "Elegy for my husband"
Thinks all cheeks should burn and feel how tears can run - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "To an Icicle"
Six little white ducks running out to play - "The Ducks" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]
A thread of divine memory runs - George William Russell aka A.E. "Day"
With love in every running crest - Max Eastman "Sea-Shore"
Can't see what runs beside me - Katherine Edgren "An Assay: On Finding"
Run into a softer wall - Katherine Edgren "The Gift of Warning"
In woods where many rivers run - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 19"
When the sunlight runs away from skies gone mad - Beulah Field "When I Remember"
The cold and naked wind runs shivering - John Gould Fletcher "Sand and Spray: A Sea-Symphony"
What runs through the many-gated light - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"
That has run so many torch-lit races - Maxwell E. Foster "Truth"
Often with our Poultry running - "Fox Chace" [sic] [W. Belch's British Sports, for the Amusement of Children]
Our brook's run out of song and speed - Robert Frost "Hyla Brook"
When first the dice of gold upon the board did run - "The Game of Dice" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
When frozen rivers start to run - Suzanne Gardinier "Gapped Sonnet"
Run unprovoked to battle - John Gay "Fable X: Elephant and Bookseller" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]
Two speckled frogs or lizards run right and left - Sarah Getty "Channel 2: Horowitz Playing Mozart"
Run home in a snowstorm - Andrea Gibson "Your Life"
Make a running road of noise - Louis Golding "Jack of April"
How deep two secret rivers run - Laird Shields Goldsborough "Confession"
Speed with the light-foot winds to run - Julian Grenfell "Into Battle"
Run wild through an unholy earth - Kimberly Grey "The First Marriage"
Before our sands had run - Thomas Hardy "On the Tune called the Old-Hundred-and-Fourth"
Running towards a cracked sky - Joy Harjo "She Had Some Horses: II. Two Horses"
The pledge forever runs to guard their sacred fires - "Hark to the Tread" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
Run through the woods blindfolded - Jim Harrison "The Golden Window"
In a family on the run from itself - Tom Healy "Sonnet for the Chickens"
Run to you to embrace the sun - Ben Hecht "My Island"
That run patterns into the brain - Stephanie Heit "Mad Flora and Fauna Catalog: Kudzu"
The Bears of Winter now are on the run - Oliver Herford and John Cecil Clay "Cupid's Fair-Weather Booke: April, Taurus: The Bull"
Till fire runs in the maples and ice goes out - Rosalie Dunlap Hickler "January Thaw"
Most of us run out of gas and settle - Bob Hicok "Calling him back from layoff"
A well runs out of thirst - Jane Hirshfield "A Well Runs Out of Thirst"
Time runs out of a week - Jane Hirshfield "A Well Runs Out of Thirst"
A year runs out of its days - Jane Hirshfield "A Well Runs Out of Thirst"
Crimson sky and crystal run - Henry B. Hirst "The Valley of Shadow"
That tap will never run again - Thomas Hood "A Lament for the Decline of Chivalry" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]
All ways the molten colours run - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Winter with the Gulf Stream"
The tides of time run out - Eleanor Hull "The Old Woman of Beare"
When my sands of life are run - J. Hunt, Jr. "Evening"
Sunset-panthers past her run to caverns of the Sun - Scharmel Iris "The Forest of the Sky" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
Just why their crop of thinks is running small - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"
May run time in a circle - K. Iver "Family of Origin Content Warning"
But let it run to grass and weeds - "Johnny's Garden" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]
How he knew I was running - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Other Women's Children"
While burdened time still runs - Lionel Johnson "To Weep Irish"
Hurry over the dark lands and run upon the sea - James Joyce "Chamber Music: XIII"
Applause in running water - Laura Kasischke "Kitchen Song"
Runs down in crumbling cadence - Helen Keller "The Song of the Stone Wall"
Through which the summer rills run weeping - Fanny Kemble "Fragment from an epistle written when the thermometer stood at 98 in the shade"
Where the gold-green waters run - Fanny Kemble "A Lament for the Wissahiccon"
And shuddering echoes o'er the water run - Frances Anne Kemble "Lines Written at Venice in October, 1865" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.97, Jan. 1876]
That through the rustling corn run chattering - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Spirit of all sweet sounds! who in mid air]"
My veins run liquid flame - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [There's not a fibre in my trembling frame]"
The Cup with sweet or bitter run - Omar Khayyam "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald (Fifth Edition)
Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains - Omar Khayyam "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald (Fifth Edition)
Love's ancient magic run - Joyce Kilmer "Summer of Love"
Run for vanity - Kim Unsong "Simple Life"
runs against the speed camera - John Kinsella "Redneck Refutation"
Listening for a falling star, a river running over stones - Yusef Komunyakaa "The Leopard"
Run its roots out into the salty darkness - Ted Kooser "The Celery Heart"
Run backward into the past - Ted Kooser "A Jacquard Shawl"
Run down the labyrinth of the sinister flower - D.H. Lawrence "Bombardment"
The darkness trapped within a wheel runs into speed - D.H. Lawrence "The Mystic Blue"
where the headless ghost dogs run - Joseph Lease "Falling"
The blue aster learns to rise and run - Ruth Lechlitner "October Afternoon"
Where run the tidings of return - Eugene Lee-Hamilton "Apollo and Marsyas"
Where the Mississippi runs his mighty course - Charles G. Leland "The Last Ditch" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.2, March 1862]
Where runs the ditch to hide them all - Charles G. Leland "The Last Ditch" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.2, March 1862]
The peach-blossom watches the river running - Li Po "Contentment [When you ask why I dwell here]" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Which runs through that new realm of light - W.D. Lighthall "The Confused Dawn"
A small greyhound run down both hart and hind - "The Long Ballad of Sir Marsk Stig (Extract)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
As flies run up the window pane - "A Love-Song by a Lunatic"
Summer had run like fire through its veins - Amy Lowell "A Japanese Wood-Carving"
Run my tongue along the granite sky - Canisia Lubrin "In the Middle of the Burning"
Running knee-deep in the fern - Dorothea Mackellar "Settlers"
Stronger runs the tide - Douglas Malloch "Children of the Spring"
As the blood runs from their faces - Mack W. Mani "Trans Rage 2: The Reckoning"
Whose feet upon good errands run - Edwin Markham [Untitled]
Through a fragrant zodiac run - Andrew Marvell "The Garden"
To run forever at the quarry gone - John Masefield "Animula"
Like horse-hoofs running sheep - John Masefield "The Hounds of Hell"
Where the fire-haired comet runs - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"
The call of the running tide - John Masefield "Sea-Fever"
Night running off with itself - Louise Mathias "Larrea"
And never was known to run away - Annie Willis McCullough "Velocipede" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]
Run our clocks on wheels - Heather McHugh "A Physics"
The space of dewdrops running over leaf - George Meredith "Hymn to Colour"
Reveals the wheels whereon we run - George Meredith "Woodman and Echo"
That through blood run sane - George Meredith "The Woods of Westermain"
Running clouds behind hands of willows - M.S. Merwin "The Bird"
Running their courses through - Michael Mesic "Model Solar System"
The melting voice through mazes running - John Milton "L'Allegro"
Rutted roads run away to nowhere - N. Scott Momaday "A Darkness Comes"
By running up the staircase once again - Harold Monro "Journey"
The minutes prick their ears and run - Harold Monro "Solitude"
The fretted sun runs rippling up the bay - George Logan Moore "Love's Watch" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.1-v.I, 5 Jan. 1884]
Run silently between parched banks - Ghojimuhemmed Muhemmed "History" transl. by Joshua L. Freeman
Dreams that run like black horsemen - Pablo Neruda "Ode with a Lament" translated by Donald D. Walsh
Flower running to poisonous seed - Cardinal John Henry Newman "The Dream of Gerontius"
The running blue shock of her - Hoa Nguyen "We Run on Trash Grass"
All these years of running from the beast - Omodero David Oghenekaro "Questions for the Fallen"
To count milliseconds by watching a brook run - dg nanouk okpik "For-The-Spirits-Who-Have-Rounded-The-Bend IIVAQSAAT"
The dark deer went running - Mary Oliver "Dogs"
The water that flows blue but runs red - Lily Painter "Funk (#49 song)"
Runs by like a day in June - Dorothy Parker "Love Song"
Running o'er with oil and wine - E. Peel "Bordino.--An Ode" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLI, v.LVII, Jan. 1845]
On the train running toward nothingness - Phan Nhien Hao "No Rain Today" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)
When night fell on my running keel - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"
A place for running away from fame - Po Chu'i "Writing Again on the Same Theme" transl. by Burton Watson
Runs between hanging cliffs and meadows green - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
A ghost running crowded - Khadijah Queen "Synesthesia"
Feet that run for fearful price - Arthur Quiller-Couch "The Doom of the Esquire Bedell"
Runs on tactical forgiveness - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"
The Nefertiti fake chipped on the run - Ishmael Reed "I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra"
Until they run out of nights - William Reichard "In the Evening"
We're neither of us running - Adrienne Rich "This Evening Let's"
Vibrant with the momentum of long runs - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"
That slay all colour as they run - Lola Ridge "Lull Before Storm"
Let the iron run wild - Lola Ridge "Reveille"
Running over my soul without sound - Lola Ridge "Secrets"
Running along the roots of the mountains - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"
A golden javelin to run it through - Lynn Riggs "The Deer"
the sound of your thoughts' running - Ed Roberson "Come On in the Song of the Changes"
Reinless run of wind and sun - Charles G.D. Roberts "Wayfarer of Earth"
Lights the cradle and runs dark along the rafter - Lloyd Roberts "Husbands Over Seas"
To unbar the gates and let the rivers run - Lloyd Roberts "One Morning when the Rain-Birds Call"
Runs westward to the ocean rim and over - Lloyd Roberts "The Trail from Napoli"
I'll run below the wet young moon - Lloyd Roberts "Young Blood"
Who wisely retorted by running away - Sir Ronald Ross "The Troll and the Mountain: Dedicated to the Great"
Run from labyrinths of longing - Nelly Sachs [Untitled] transl. by Michael Roloff
everyone knows how to run through gun smoke - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Driving Downtown"
Those little mermaid tears running down her cheeks - David St. John "Los Angeles, 1954"
And the press of time running into centuries - Carl Sandburg "Skyscraper"
Runs deep enough to drown this certainty - Ann K. Schwader "Eating Mummy"
When the cider-stills run amber - Clinton Scollard "Now's the Time o' Year"
And half my course is well-nigh run - Robert W. Service "At Thirty-Five"
Runs to the rhythm of a dismal tune - Margaret Sidney "Ballad of the Lost Hare"
Running out of lullabies - Richard Siken "Little Beast"
Running side by side with the fog - Frank Stanford "The Forgotten Madmen of Menilmontant"
Ten by ten times have the rivers run dry - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"
The mottled quail runs in the stubble - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "November"
Night runs in my blood - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"
Tracks of moonlight run ahead - Arthur Sze "Under a Rising Moon"
The silver had run out of all the mirrors - Sonya Taaffe "Last Minute"
And water running freely past the remnants - Keith Taylor "Mapping the River"
And the unicorn evils run them through - Dylan Thomas "And death shall have no dominion"
With autumn gales my race is run - Henry David Thoreau "Nature's Child"
And truth from truth full circle run - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XIV. The Flags"
From which sweetness used to run - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Flesh and Blood"
We are all still running towards each other - Emma Trelles "How We Lived"
What forest is there to run to - Leah Umansky "Come, Pioneer"
When we've run ourselves into the dust - Edward van de Vendel "Tree Sports"
Something swift runs under the grass - Mark Van Doren "Wind in the Grass"
The crocus runs in little brooks - Henry van Dyke "Flood-Tide of Flowers in Holland"
The river of dreams runs quietly - Henry van Dyke "The River of Dreams"
Running toward a rusted horizon - Ocean Vuong "In Newport I Watch My Father Lay His Cheek to a Beached Dolphin's..."
Through startled lapwings now we run - Mary Webb "Market Day"
It was running down to the great Atlantic - Lula Lowe Weeden "The Stream" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Whose run in the suburbs reveals - Arthur Weir "Pilot"
And all the rivers run poison-red - Edith Wharton "The Tryst"
When the tides of life run low - Helen Hay Whitney "To the Beloved"
Leaps forth white hot when the fountains of feeling run - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Word"
When the fountains of feeling run - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Word"
A hound running over rough ground - William Carlos Williams "Romance Moderne"
Little lines of sportive wood run wild - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"
Having run out his luck in the West - Mark Wunderlich "My Local Dead"
Exulting life runs o'er in flowers - "The Year of Sorrow.--Ireland--1849: Spring Song" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine no.CCCCXVII, July 1850, v.LXVIII]
The ball of twine has just run out - Stephen Yenser "Vertumnal [excerpt]"
Taking a test and running out of time - Dean Young "Spring Reign"
Locomotive running off the rails - Cynthia Zarin "Anxiety"
Their meteor go-cart running on a firecracker - Cynthia Zarin "Orbit"
Marionette running on the brain's dark marrow - Cynthia Zarin "Summer"
His forerunners who were not regarded - Rudyard Kipling "[Late Came the God]"
Chequers the shade with her forerunning light - Henry David Thoreau "Greece"
Wandering the wings of a ghost-run factory - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"
Black market gun-runners of militias and drug dealers - Gary Copeland Lilley "War"
Behind the rich silence of red-running sunsets - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Imagery"
Reruns and parking lots and reruns of parking lots - Ada Limon "The Worth of a Thing That Is Not a Thing But a Number"
Horses and runaway mountains - Pablo Neruda "Superstitions" transl. by Alastair Reid
Glad with the triumph of runners - Vera M. Brittain "Daphne"
The songs of the frost on the runners - Frank J. Cotter "The Land"
The hunted runner dips his hand - Max Eastman "Hours"
Little white runners before the dawn - Lola Ridge "To the Free Children"
Passion through my inmost being ran - W.E.A. "The Buried Flower" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCIII, July 1848, v.LXIV]
That lively ghost which ran quicksilver to the bone - Léonie Adams "Early Waking"
As the swords ran out of their scabbards - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"
Until her darkest streets ran weltering fire - William Rose Benét "The City"
Round his feet three rivers ran - Emily Bronte "The Philosopher"
Miraculous thunder ran above the applauded circus - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "To George Sand: A Desire"
When blind desire ran free - Michelangelo Buonarroti "LI. First Reading. Love in Youth and Age" transl. by John Addington Symonds
Another alley that ran straight into darkness - Nicholas Christopher "1943"
Many red devils ran from my heart - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"
Ended when her oxygen ran out - Jan Cronos "She Remains"
Ran to meet white Aphrodite risen from the sea - Olive Custance "Hyacinthus"
Round the stepping-stones the eddies ran - C.A. Dawson "Sketches" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, 12 June 1886]
Then I ran and gathered stars - Beulah Field "Pierrot"
Morning ran and kissed the grass - John Freeman "The Wakers"
A line of turnips where the seed ran out - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 2. A Constable Calls"
I ran and cast my treasure on the gale - Maurice Hewlett "The Village Wife's Lament"
How the fleet, lithe poppies ran - Helen Hunt Jackson "Poppies on the Wheat"
Ran chill beneath a crust of rime - Rosa Vertner Jeffrey "Daisy Dare"
By all the trembling mazes that she ran - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"
Ran downward to the flood - Archibald Lampman "The Land of Pallas"
Who ran to a wild death with laughing feet - Richard Le Gallienne "Christmas in War-Time"
Ran fearless to meet our fortune - Sidney Royse Lysaght "The Fountain-Springs"
Which ran to loss in a deep maroon - Edgar Lee Masters "The Loom"
My thought ran still - Edna St Vincent Millay "The Suicide"
The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran - anonymous? "The More Modern Ballad of Chevy-Chase"
That jarred wider as the circle ran - Henry Morford "The Record of December" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]
Anger ran between us - Dorothy Parker "The dark girl’s rhyme"
The hounds of Death ran out to sea - Herbert Randall "Easterly Weather"
Until the gold ran rich and thick into jars - Paisley Rekdal "Psalm"
The day foxes ran from the woods on fire - Andrea Rexilius "The Way the Language Was"
Ran like dragons driven by gods - George Sterling "Beyond the Breakers"
Where the wind ran grey - George Sterling "Hesperian"
Whoever ran pell-mell from smoke-witted man - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XI. Shells"
Ancient conspiracy ran to our doors - Morris Tyler "The Bells of Antwerp"
Ran down avenues of air - John Hall Wheelock "Of Day Came Night"
The stars ran to their windows - Eugene R. White "Reward"
Happiness ran through the walls - Jordan Zandi "Inside"
Trophies won while we ran - Zitkála-Šá "The Indian's Awakening"
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Metal, plastic, glass running down a roadway to infinity - Linda Addison "Evolving"
Run with wine of daybreak - Conrad Aiken "Parasite"
Chameleons run through twenty colors in the sun - Thomas Bailey Aldrich (uncredited) "An Idyl" [The Atlantic Monthly v.07 no.39, Jan. 1861]
The penny dropped ends its run - Alise Alousi "Forgiveness is the smell of crushed flowers"
While endless ages run - "Apolutikion" transl. by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices
The future running backwards - Homero Aridjis (transl. by George McWhirter) "The last night of the world"
That loves to run with storms - Atticus "Love Her Wild"
And run quickly into their tomorrows - Atticus "Magic in Adventure"
A chiller current swifter run - Albion Fellows Bacon "When Youth is Gone"
Could run upon the breeze - Benjamin West Ball "Elfin Land"
little lines run crazy across the lettuce - Lee Ballentine "Cryogenica"
Comes running to watch while a year plummets - Mary Jo Bang "Catastrophe Theory III"
Running up a further lifetime of debt - Mary Jo Bang "The Key"
Radio signals run through rain - Mary Jo Bang "One Photograph of a Rooftop"
A live wire runs between us - Lou Barrett "Two Poets and a Physician: 1918"
with blue lines running in the mind - Elizabeth Bartlett "stormbird"
Back to the garden did they run - William E. Barton "The Story of a Pumpkin Pie"
The current of thought now runs so high - Charlotte F. Bates "Contrasted Moods" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.98, Feb. 1876]
Strong as a current runs - b: william bearhart "No More Fire Here: A Sestina"
What comes will run us through from the front - Josh Bell "Our Bed Is Also Green"
Black wind runs trotting to the dark - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Song of Cold and Pain"
Creep and run and sail and fly - "A Big Playfellow" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]
A storied purple destiny of ships run aground - Kimberly Blaeser "Cadastre, Apostle Islands"
Runs in blood down palace walls - William Blake "London"
The whisper through the tansies run - Edmund Blunden "Perch-Fishing"
When our fountains run empty - Jaswinder Bolina "The Reluctant Senator to His Provincial Mistress"
Became a master of the art of running - John R. Bolles "The Story of Two Bulls"
A wind that runs with a blue flame of foreboding - William Stanley Braithwaite "Rye Bread" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
The new road runs along the old road - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
Running from the freedom of my own blood - Mahogany L. Browne "Goodnight, Moon"
Where the living water runs - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "A Drama of Exile"
No vacation from running this place - Stephanie Burt "Frostina"
Make a fleeting run through the markdowns - Taylor Byas "Conversion: On Cincinnati's Converted Churches, God, and Lucifer"
Run from stars till you are out of breath - Witter Bynner "The Wild Star"
I wanted to run from terror - Cecilia Caballero "Octavia Said You Cannot Know How Deeply People Feel Their Ancestors"
Morning run among the lilies and the rowdy waterfowl - Scott Cairns "Idiot Psalms 2: A psalm of Isaak, accompanied by baying hounds"
The beagles run like wind - Joseph Campbell writing as Seosamh MacCathmhaoil "Reynardine"
That run now hunting glowworms - Thomas Carew "To My Worthy Friend Master George Sandys, on His Translation of the Psalms"
The roads that run through Beauty's realm - Bliss Carman "Phi Beta Kappa Poem"
In the ages yet to run - "Centos and Suggestions" transl. and arranged by Rev. John Brownlie in Hymns from the Greek Offices
Runs through the sky in ecstasy - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Noon"
The hare has still more heart to run - G.K. Chesterton "The Ballad of the White Horse: Book III. The Harp of Alfred"
Run the line straight through regardless - M.C. Childs "Electrical Symbols"
An hour-glass on the run - John Clare "What Is Life?"
the thread running forever in shadow - Lucille Clifton "shadows"
Grief runs in his veins - Arthur Hugh Clough "Fragments of the Mystery of the Fall. Scene III"
Dance before the song runs out - CAConrad "Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return"
Where the rock runs up to Heaven - James H. Cousins "Schakhe"
Stern stands and bitter runs for glory - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"
Run after a vanishing dream - Adelaide Crapsey "The Properly Scholarly Attitude"
Runs crafty down the wind - Rev. William Crowe "Lewesdon Hill"
To this most perilous venture run - Rev. William Crowe "On F.W. the King of Prussia's Ineffectual Attempt on Warsaw"
In every danger my course I've run - John Philpot Curran "The Deserter's Meditation"
A pale sound like running - Meg Day "10 AM is When You Come to Me"
Molten glass from furnace run - Walter de la Mare "Sotto Voce"
Blood running its wires of flame - Toi Derricotte "Elegy for my husband"
Thinks all cheeks should burn and feel how tears can run - Blanche Taylor Dickinson "To an Icicle"
Six little white ducks running out to play - "The Ducks" [Baby Chatterbox, 1880. On Project Gutenberg]
A thread of divine memory runs - George William Russell aka A.E. "Day"
With love in every running crest - Max Eastman "Sea-Shore"
Can't see what runs beside me - Katherine Edgren "An Assay: On Finding"
Run into a softer wall - Katherine Edgren "The Gift of Warning"
In woods where many rivers run - Lawrence Ferlinghetti "A Coney Island of the Mind, 19"
When the sunlight runs away from skies gone mad - Beulah Field "When I Remember"
The cold and naked wind runs shivering - John Gould Fletcher "Sand and Spray: A Sea-Symphony"
What runs through the many-gated light - John M. Ford "Troy: the Movie"
That has run so many torch-lit races - Maxwell E. Foster "Truth"
Often with our Poultry running - "Fox Chace" [sic] [W. Belch's British Sports, for the Amusement of Children]
Our brook's run out of song and speed - Robert Frost "Hyla Brook"
When first the dice of gold upon the board did run - "The Game of Dice" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
When frozen rivers start to run - Suzanne Gardinier "Gapped Sonnet"
Run unprovoked to battle - John Gay "Fable X: Elephant and Bookseller" [edited, updated, & adapted by John Benson Rose]
Two speckled frogs or lizards run right and left - Sarah Getty "Channel 2: Horowitz Playing Mozart"
Run home in a snowstorm - Andrea Gibson "Your Life"
Make a running road of noise - Louis Golding "Jack of April"
How deep two secret rivers run - Laird Shields Goldsborough "Confession"
Speed with the light-foot winds to run - Julian Grenfell "Into Battle"
Run wild through an unholy earth - Kimberly Grey "The First Marriage"
Before our sands had run - Thomas Hardy "On the Tune called the Old-Hundred-and-Fourth"
Running towards a cracked sky - Joy Harjo "She Had Some Horses: II. Two Horses"
The pledge forever runs to guard their sacred fires - "Hark to the Tread" [Beadle's Dime Union Song Book No.2 1861]
Run through the woods blindfolded - Jim Harrison "The Golden Window"
In a family on the run from itself - Tom Healy "Sonnet for the Chickens"
Run to you to embrace the sun - Ben Hecht "My Island"
That run patterns into the brain - Stephanie Heit "Mad Flora and Fauna Catalog: Kudzu"
The Bears of Winter now are on the run - Oliver Herford and John Cecil Clay "Cupid's Fair-Weather Booke: April, Taurus: The Bull"
Till fire runs in the maples and ice goes out - Rosalie Dunlap Hickler "January Thaw"
Most of us run out of gas and settle - Bob Hicok "Calling him back from layoff"
A well runs out of thirst - Jane Hirshfield "A Well Runs Out of Thirst"
Time runs out of a week - Jane Hirshfield "A Well Runs Out of Thirst"
A year runs out of its days - Jane Hirshfield "A Well Runs Out of Thirst"
Crimson sky and crystal run - Henry B. Hirst "The Valley of Shadow"
That tap will never run again - Thomas Hood "A Lament for the Decline of Chivalry" [Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction v.10 no.288, supplementary number, 1828]
All ways the molten colours run - Gerard Manley Hopkins "Winter with the Gulf Stream"
The tides of time run out - Eleanor Hull "The Old Woman of Beare"
When my sands of life are run - J. Hunt, Jr. "Evening"
Sunset-panthers past her run to caverns of the Sun - Scharmel Iris "The Forest of the Sky" [The Little Review Nov. 1914 (v.1, no.8)]
Just why their crop of thinks is running small - Wallace Irwin "An Inside Con to Refined Guys"
May run time in a circle - K. Iver "Family of Origin Content Warning"
But let it run to grass and weeds - "Johnny's Garden" [Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad (ed. by Daphne Dale), 1894]
How he knew I was running - Amaud Jamaul Johnson "Other Women's Children"
While burdened time still runs - Lionel Johnson "To Weep Irish"
Hurry over the dark lands and run upon the sea - James Joyce "Chamber Music: XIII"
Applause in running water - Laura Kasischke "Kitchen Song"
Runs down in crumbling cadence - Helen Keller "The Song of the Stone Wall"
Through which the summer rills run weeping - Fanny Kemble "Fragment from an epistle written when the thermometer stood at 98 in the shade"
Where the gold-green waters run - Fanny Kemble "A Lament for the Wissahiccon"
And shuddering echoes o'er the water run - Frances Anne Kemble "Lines Written at Venice in October, 1865" [Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science, v.XVII, no.97, Jan. 1876]
That through the rustling corn run chattering - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [Spirit of all sweet sounds! who in mid air]"
My veins run liquid flame - Fanny Kemble "Sonnet [There's not a fibre in my trembling frame]"
The Cup with sweet or bitter run - Omar Khayyam "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald (Fifth Edition)
Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains - Omar Khayyam "The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" transl. by Edward Fitzgerald (Fifth Edition)
Love's ancient magic run - Joyce Kilmer "Summer of Love"
Run for vanity - Kim Unsong "Simple Life"
runs against the speed camera - John Kinsella "Redneck Refutation"
Listening for a falling star, a river running over stones - Yusef Komunyakaa "The Leopard"
Run its roots out into the salty darkness - Ted Kooser "The Celery Heart"
Run backward into the past - Ted Kooser "A Jacquard Shawl"
Run down the labyrinth of the sinister flower - D.H. Lawrence "Bombardment"
The darkness trapped within a wheel runs into speed - D.H. Lawrence "The Mystic Blue"
where the headless ghost dogs run - Joseph Lease "Falling"
The blue aster learns to rise and run - Ruth Lechlitner "October Afternoon"
Where run the tidings of return - Eugene Lee-Hamilton "Apollo and Marsyas"
Where the Mississippi runs his mighty course - Charles G. Leland "The Last Ditch" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.2, March 1862]
Where runs the ditch to hide them all - Charles G. Leland "The Last Ditch" [The Continental Monthly v.2 no.2, March 1862]
The peach-blossom watches the river running - Li Po "Contentment [When you ask why I dwell here]" transl. not credited [The Jade Flute, c.1960, Project Gutenberg]
Which runs through that new realm of light - W.D. Lighthall "The Confused Dawn"
A small greyhound run down both hart and hind - "The Long Ballad of Sir Marsk Stig (Extract)" transl. by E.M. Smith-Dampier
As flies run up the window pane - "A Love-Song by a Lunatic"
Summer had run like fire through its veins - Amy Lowell "A Japanese Wood-Carving"
Run my tongue along the granite sky - Canisia Lubrin "In the Middle of the Burning"
Running knee-deep in the fern - Dorothea Mackellar "Settlers"
Stronger runs the tide - Douglas Malloch "Children of the Spring"
As the blood runs from their faces - Mack W. Mani "Trans Rage 2: The Reckoning"
Whose feet upon good errands run - Edwin Markham [Untitled]
Through a fragrant zodiac run - Andrew Marvell "The Garden"
To run forever at the quarry gone - John Masefield "Animula"
Like horse-hoofs running sheep - John Masefield "The Hounds of Hell"
Where the fire-haired comet runs - John Masefield "Lollingdon Downs"
The call of the running tide - John Masefield "Sea-Fever"
Night running off with itself - Louise Mathias "Larrea"
And never was known to run away - Annie Willis McCullough "Velocipede" [A Jolly Jingle Book (ed. by Laura Chandler). 1913]
Run our clocks on wheels - Heather McHugh "A Physics"
The space of dewdrops running over leaf - George Meredith "Hymn to Colour"
Reveals the wheels whereon we run - George Meredith "Woodman and Echo"
That through blood run sane - George Meredith "The Woods of Westermain"
Running clouds behind hands of willows - M.S. Merwin "The Bird"
Running their courses through - Michael Mesic "Model Solar System"
The melting voice through mazes running - John Milton "L'Allegro"
Rutted roads run away to nowhere - N. Scott Momaday "A Darkness Comes"
By running up the staircase once again - Harold Monro "Journey"
The minutes prick their ears and run - Harold Monro "Solitude"
The fretted sun runs rippling up the bay - George Logan Moore "Love's Watch" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, no.1-v.I, 5 Jan. 1884]
Run silently between parched banks - Ghojimuhemmed Muhemmed "History" transl. by Joshua L. Freeman
Dreams that run like black horsemen - Pablo Neruda "Ode with a Lament" translated by Donald D. Walsh
Flower running to poisonous seed - Cardinal John Henry Newman "The Dream of Gerontius"
The running blue shock of her - Hoa Nguyen "We Run on Trash Grass"
All these years of running from the beast - Omodero David Oghenekaro "Questions for the Fallen"
To count milliseconds by watching a brook run - dg nanouk okpik "For-The-Spirits-Who-Have-Rounded-The-Bend IIVAQSAAT"
The dark deer went running - Mary Oliver "Dogs"
The water that flows blue but runs red - Lily Painter "Funk (#49 song)"
Runs by like a day in June - Dorothy Parker "Love Song"
Running o'er with oil and wine - E. Peel "Bordino.--An Ode" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCLI, v.LVII, Jan. 1845]
On the train running toward nothingness - Phan Nhien Hao "No Rain Today" (translated by Hai-Dang Phan)
When night fell on my running keel - Stephen Phillips "Orestes"
A place for running away from fame - Po Chu'i "Writing Again on the Same Theme" transl. by Burton Watson
Runs between hanging cliffs and meadows green - Kate Putnam "Our Martyrs" [The Continental Monthly v.6 no.2, August 1864]
A ghost running crowded - Khadijah Queen "Synesthesia"
Feet that run for fearful price - Arthur Quiller-Couch "The Doom of the Esquire Bedell"
Runs on tactical forgiveness - Gabriel Ramirez "Learn Your Song"
The Nefertiti fake chipped on the run - Ishmael Reed "I Am a Cowboy in the Boat of Ra"
Until they run out of nights - William Reichard "In the Evening"
We're neither of us running - Adrienne Rich "This Evening Let's"
Vibrant with the momentum of long runs - Lola Ridge "The Ghetto"
That slay all colour as they run - Lola Ridge "Lull Before Storm"
Let the iron run wild - Lola Ridge "Reveille"
Running over my soul without sound - Lola Ridge "Secrets"
Running along the roots of the mountains - Lola Ridge "The Song of Iron"
A golden javelin to run it through - Lynn Riggs "The Deer"
the sound of your thoughts' running - Ed Roberson "Come On in the Song of the Changes"
Reinless run of wind and sun - Charles G.D. Roberts "Wayfarer of Earth"
Lights the cradle and runs dark along the rafter - Lloyd Roberts "Husbands Over Seas"
To unbar the gates and let the rivers run - Lloyd Roberts "One Morning when the Rain-Birds Call"
Runs westward to the ocean rim and over - Lloyd Roberts "The Trail from Napoli"
I'll run below the wet young moon - Lloyd Roberts "Young Blood"
Who wisely retorted by running away - Sir Ronald Ross "The Troll and the Mountain: Dedicated to the Great"
Run from labyrinths of longing - Nelly Sachs [Untitled] transl. by Michael Roloff
everyone knows how to run through gun smoke - Abu Bakr Sadiq "Driving Downtown"
Those little mermaid tears running down her cheeks - David St. John "Los Angeles, 1954"
And the press of time running into centuries - Carl Sandburg "Skyscraper"
Runs deep enough to drown this certainty - Ann K. Schwader "Eating Mummy"
When the cider-stills run amber - Clinton Scollard "Now's the Time o' Year"
And half my course is well-nigh run - Robert W. Service "At Thirty-Five"
Runs to the rhythm of a dismal tune - Margaret Sidney "Ballad of the Lost Hare"
Running out of lullabies - Richard Siken "Little Beast"
Running side by side with the fog - Frank Stanford "The Forgotten Madmen of Menilmontant"
Ten by ten times have the rivers run dry - Kelly Stewart "The Bandit King"
The mottled quail runs in the stubble - Elizabeth Drew Stoddard "November"
Night runs in my blood - Muriel Stuart "Andromeda Unfettered"
Tracks of moonlight run ahead - Arthur Sze "Under a Rising Moon"
The silver had run out of all the mirrors - Sonya Taaffe "Last Minute"
And water running freely past the remnants - Keith Taylor "Mapping the River"
And the unicorn evils run them through - Dylan Thomas "And death shall have no dominion"
With autumn gales my race is run - Henry David Thoreau "Nature's Child"
And truth from truth full circle run - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XIV. The Flags"
From which sweetness used to run - Z.G. Tomaszewski "Flesh and Blood"
We are all still running towards each other - Emma Trelles "How We Lived"
What forest is there to run to - Leah Umansky "Come, Pioneer"
When we've run ourselves into the dust - Edward van de Vendel "Tree Sports"
Something swift runs under the grass - Mark Van Doren "Wind in the Grass"
The crocus runs in little brooks - Henry van Dyke "Flood-Tide of Flowers in Holland"
The river of dreams runs quietly - Henry van Dyke "The River of Dreams"
Running toward a rusted horizon - Ocean Vuong "In Newport I Watch My Father Lay His Cheek to a Beached Dolphin's..."
Through startled lapwings now we run - Mary Webb "Market Day"
It was running down to the great Atlantic - Lula Lowe Weeden "The Stream" [Caroling Dusk: An Anthology of Verse by Negro Poets, ed. by Countee Cullen, 1927]
Whose run in the suburbs reveals - Arthur Weir "Pilot"
And all the rivers run poison-red - Edith Wharton "The Tryst"
When the tides of life run low - Helen Hay Whitney "To the Beloved"
Leaps forth white hot when the fountains of feeling run - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Word"
When the fountains of feeling run - Ella Wheeler Wilcox "The Word"
A hound running over rough ground - William Carlos Williams "Romance Moderne"
Little lines of sportive wood run wild - William Wordsworth "Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, on Revisiting the Banks of the Wye During a Tour, July 13, 1798"
Having run out his luck in the West - Mark Wunderlich "My Local Dead"
Exulting life runs o'er in flowers - "The Year of Sorrow.--Ireland--1849: Spring Song" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine no.CCCCXVII, July 1850, v.LXVIII]
The ball of twine has just run out - Stephen Yenser "Vertumnal [excerpt]"
Taking a test and running out of time - Dean Young "Spring Reign"
Locomotive running off the rails - Cynthia Zarin "Anxiety"
Their meteor go-cart running on a firecracker - Cynthia Zarin "Orbit"
Marionette running on the brain's dark marrow - Cynthia Zarin "Summer"
His forerunners who were not regarded - Rudyard Kipling "[Late Came the God]"
Chequers the shade with her forerunning light - Henry David Thoreau "Greece"
Wandering the wings of a ghost-run factory - Timothy Donnelly "Globus Hystericus"
Black market gun-runners of militias and drug dealers - Gary Copeland Lilley "War"
Behind the rich silence of red-running sunsets - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya "Imagery"
Reruns and parking lots and reruns of parking lots - Ada Limon "The Worth of a Thing That Is Not a Thing But a Number"
Horses and runaway mountains - Pablo Neruda "Superstitions" transl. by Alastair Reid
Glad with the triumph of runners - Vera M. Brittain "Daphne"
The songs of the frost on the runners - Frank J. Cotter "The Land"
The hunted runner dips his hand - Max Eastman "Hours"
Little white runners before the dawn - Lola Ridge "To the Free Children"
Passion through my inmost being ran - W.E.A. "The Buried Flower" [Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, no.CCCXCIII, July 1848, v.LXIV]
That lively ghost which ran quicksilver to the bone - Léonie Adams "Early Waking"
As the swords ran out of their scabbards - Stephen Vincent Benet "The Last Vision of Helen"
Until her darkest streets ran weltering fire - William Rose Benét "The City"
Round his feet three rivers ran - Emily Bronte "The Philosopher"
Miraculous thunder ran above the applauded circus - Elizabeth Barrett Browning "To George Sand: A Desire"
When blind desire ran free - Michelangelo Buonarroti "LI. First Reading. Love in Youth and Age" transl. by John Addington Symonds
Another alley that ran straight into darkness - Nicholas Christopher "1943"
Many red devils ran from my heart - Stephen Crane "The Black Riders"
Ended when her oxygen ran out - Jan Cronos "She Remains"
Ran to meet white Aphrodite risen from the sea - Olive Custance "Hyacinthus"
Round the stepping-stones the eddies ran - C.A. Dawson "Sketches" [Chambers' Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, 5th series, 12 June 1886]
Then I ran and gathered stars - Beulah Field "Pierrot"
Morning ran and kissed the grass - John Freeman "The Wakers"
A line of turnips where the seed ran out - Seamus Heaney "Singing School: 2. A Constable Calls"
I ran and cast my treasure on the gale - Maurice Hewlett "The Village Wife's Lament"
How the fleet, lithe poppies ran - Helen Hunt Jackson "Poppies on the Wheat"
Ran chill beneath a crust of rime - Rosa Vertner Jeffrey "Daisy Dare"
By all the trembling mazes that she ran - John Keats "Endymion, Book I [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]"
Ran downward to the flood - Archibald Lampman "The Land of Pallas"
Who ran to a wild death with laughing feet - Richard Le Gallienne "Christmas in War-Time"
Ran fearless to meet our fortune - Sidney Royse Lysaght "The Fountain-Springs"
Which ran to loss in a deep maroon - Edgar Lee Masters "The Loom"
My thought ran still - Edna St Vincent Millay "The Suicide"
The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran - anonymous? "The More Modern Ballad of Chevy-Chase"
That jarred wider as the circle ran - Henry Morford "The Record of December" [Graham's Magazine v.XXII no.12, Dec. 1848]
Anger ran between us - Dorothy Parker "The dark girl’s rhyme"
The hounds of Death ran out to sea - Herbert Randall "Easterly Weather"
Until the gold ran rich and thick into jars - Paisley Rekdal "Psalm"
The day foxes ran from the woods on fire - Andrea Rexilius "The Way the Language Was"
Ran like dragons driven by gods - George Sterling "Beyond the Breakers"
Where the wind ran grey - George Sterling "Hesperian"
Whoever ran pell-mell from smoke-witted man - Edward Thring "Borth Lyrics: XI. Shells"
Ancient conspiracy ran to our doors - Morris Tyler "The Bells of Antwerp"
Ran down avenues of air - John Hall Wheelock "Of Day Came Night"
The stars ran to their windows - Eugene R. White "Reward"
Happiness ran through the walls - Jordan Zandi "Inside"
Trophies won while we ran - Zitkála-Šá "The Indian's Awakening"
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