Heloise II – Nun (Constance Naden Poems)
THIS is the doom I must henceforth fulfil: To hide my heart through days, and months, and years; To look ...
THIS is the doom I must henceforth fulfil: To hide my heart through days, and months, and years; To look ...
Man's no mere scribe, who in the cloistered gloomOf some old convent sits away his life,Who at his trencher finds ...
No longer of Him be it said "He hath no place to lay His head." In every land a constant ...
I He bends his travel-tarnished feet To where she wastes in clay: From day-dawn until eve he fares Along the ...
No longer followers only cloistered in the upper room ready to act, to go, to do to spread his loving ...
The disciples, the followers praying, hiding alone, cloistered hidden in the upper room, set apart waiting, for what they did ...
Off the grid, no watch, no phone leaving the world behind entering this holy ground a cloistered space, community fellowship ...
Joy walked with me on this dusty road, walking with my brothers we walked with Him with our brother Jesus ...
Imagine the scene, cloistered in their room safe from authorities Jewish and Roman rulers, powers that would destroy them No, ...
Around town, as the snow melted in the yards, by the streets, browning white Pristine white remained cloistered, away from ...
Poised and perched regal raptors on display in the open air fallen fliers, bandaged and mended saved to teach us ...
A small sacred, holy space cloistered in the edge of the woods a place for reflection, meditation for fellowship and ...
A CLOISTERED nun had a lover Dwelling in the neighb'ring town; Both racked their brains to discover How they best ...
Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deny'st me is; It sucked me first, ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Were I - who to my cost already am One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man - A spirit free ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
I call myself a Tranquilist; With deep detachment I exist, From friction free; While others court the gilded throng And ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
Grief hath pacified her face; Even hope might share so still a place; Yet, on the silence of her heart, ...
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