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I am weary of the greenwood
- Letitia Elizabeth Landon
I am weary of the wandering
- James Hillary Mulligan
I asked no other thing
- Emily Dickinson
I asked the Mayor of Gary about the 12-hour day
- Carl Sandburg
I asked the professors who teach the meaning of life to tell
- Carl Sandburg
I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, ' in the white and the walk of the morning:
- Gerard Manley Hopkins
I Blow across the stagnant world
- Katherine Mansfield
I bought a run a while ago,
- Andrew 'Banjo' Paterson
I call on those that call me son,
- William Butler Yeats
I came to this point three years ago.
- Diane Kendig
I can make out the rigging of a schooner
- Elizabeth Bishop
I can see the towers
- Thomas Hardy
I cannot now remember all the kind people
- Duncan Forbes
I cannot tell what you say, green leaves
- Charles Kingsley
I climb the highest cliff: I hear the sound
- William Lisle Bowles
I climb to the tower-top and lean upon broken stone
- William Butler Yeats
I climbed o’er the crags of Lanka
- W.S. Senior
I climbed the dark brow of the mighty Helvellyn
- Sir Walter Scott
I climbed the stair in Antwerp church
- Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I come back through the winding lane of memory
- J.S. Watts
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