A World Redeemed (Joseph Horatio Chant Poems)
This world is but the shadow Of the world that is to be,A ripple on the surface Of a deep, unfathomed sea.God's ...
This world is but the shadow Of the world that is to be,A ripple on the surface Of a deep, unfathomed sea.God's ...
There's one rides very sagely on the road,Showing that he affects the gravest mode.Another rides tantivy, or full trot,To show ...
Account him a good man, who, in heart, is innocent and pure;For modesty and uprightness are manifest in him always.He, ...
What is it, but a sound and healthy body,Which, more than empire and sovereignty, is preferred?Altho' the world's wealth is ...
I step outsidemyself, out of my eyes,hands, mouth, outsideof myself Istep, a bundleof goodness and godlinessthat must make goodthis devilrythat ...
BOOK IV.So did that youth choose Duty before Love:And so determination drove awayThe doubts that held him with ungainly checkWavering—for ...
Aw, go write yer tinklin' jingle, an' yer pretty phrases mingle,Fer the mamby-pamby girl, all fluffy frill an' shinin' silk.Them's ...
I Whate'er I be, old England is my dam! So there's my answer to the judges, clear. I'm nothing of ...
Come, my little Robert, near—Fie! what filthy hands are here—Who that e'er could understandThe rare structure of a hand,With its ...
Off the coast of Connemara, Sailor, sailor, what's the hail? "Dip the sail to Saint Macdara-- Dip the ...
In Italy, where this sort of thing can occur, I had a vision once - though you understand It was ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
The Christ, of God from the beginning before the earth began living as the Word Descending from heaven drained of ...
He emptied himself, his Godliness, making himself human humble, a servant, a slave to the master even to death But ...
We sat with rapt attention to the sheet on the table, our bibles open to the passage, the instruction, admonition ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: ...
All week she's cleaned someone else's house, stared down her own face in the shine of copper-- bottomed pots, polished ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature's universal throne; Her woods - her winds - her mountains ...
How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature's universal throne; Her woods- her wilds- her mountains- the intense ...
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