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OUR ancient church! its lowly tower
- Oliver Wendell Holmes
Our birches yellowing and from each
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
Our boat is asleep on Serchio's stream
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Our city springs cloud hugging skyscrapers
- Richard Grant
Our England is a garden that is full of stately views
- Rudyard Kipling
OUR fairest dreams are made of truths,
- Leigh Hunt
Our first summer together, I asked you out
- Bill Johnston
Our floods-Queene, Thames, for shyps and Swans is crowned
- Michael Drayton
Our Land - our Home - the common home indeed
- James Whitcomb Riley
Our lives are Swiss
- Emily Dickinson
Our love is infinite
- Anna Banasiak
Our men fought well at Morat! They fought like lions, boy
- William Wetmore Story
Our old colonial town is new with May
- Henry Abbey
Our villa, perhaps, you never have seen;
- William Wetmore Story
Ourode from his wild dark castle
- Jakob Victor Scheffel
Out at Woodruff Place - afar
- James Whitcomb Riley
Out beyond Aldgate is a road
- Ivor Gurney
Out from the house I went when early dawn
- Bessie Rayner Parkes
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking
- Walt Whitman
Out of the hills of Habersham
- Sidney Lanier
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