To A Young Lady Who Sent Me A Laurel Crown (John Keats Poem)
Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear From my glad bosom,-now from gloominess I mount for ever-not an atom ...
Fresh morning gusts have blown away all fear From my glad bosom,-now from gloominess I mount for ever-not an atom ...
Child, were I king, I'd yield my royal rule, My chariot, sceptre, vassal-service due, My crown, my porphyry-basined waters cool, ...
Our common clay needing to see to touch the side of Christ to be free God's love on display in ...
The rights of the people universal rights of dignity of respect for their freedoms the will of the governed their ...
Not abject lessons the reading of scripture Christ conveying God's message in stories they could relate to that they would ...
Standing on water buoyed by your love even when the winds make some standing confidently knowing you can hold me ...
As certain of the strider counting on the surface tension to buoy it up on its feet We are to ...
Love defines the highest the greatest of all virtues for God is love and love is the Lord Nothing else ...
How like Thomas unable to believe needing some tangible proof of God's love for him needing to touch his side ...
The abject example the lesson of the story showing mercy for strangers on the Jericho Road The unclean stranger helped ...
Are we advantaged by knowing what they did not know? Those eleven disciples in despair that Saturday morn' Their master, ...
His head to the floor, his heart begging for forgiveness, fully aware of his sin, his need for God, because ...
The wind gave an abject lesson this afternoon of the parables, the means of grace, all around us, if we ...
An abject lesson in patience is the flower outside our doorway planted when the spring was young watered, tended, nurtured ...
His is the abject lesson, the proof in the seeing, the touching, the questioning the believing by his eyes, his ...
Crossing the street toward home, I gave a quick thank you to the crossing guard. A small voice growing coming ...
To view his stately Walks and Groves, A Man of Pow'r and Place Was hast'ning on; but as he roves, ...
To the still Covert of a Wood About the prime of Day, A Lyon, satiated with Food, With stately Pace, ...
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee -- When a Lover is an Owner Different is he ...
Till Death -- is narrow Loving -- The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness -- ...
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men -- ...
Should you be allowed sole privilege of unconscionable martyrdom? This affliction is self-pity brought by suffering as penitent to unrequited ...
Nothing came to claim my muse, instead I dreamed of freedoms neatly folded in a treasure chest lying in the ...
We shall not always plant while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, abject and mute, ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One ev'ning, as I wander'd forth Along the banks of ...
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