Deer in the Yard (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Looking our the window there was movement on the edge the edge of the fog of the morning Three deer ...
Looking our the window there was movement on the edge the edge of the fog of the morning Three deer ...
I became enthralled immersed in the imagery the depth of feeling sitting in the room of the gallery not seeing, ...
An anniversary Of a moment (if many hours can be but a moment) When pain brought a common numbing A ...
A moonbeam floateth from the skies, Whispering, "Heigho, my dearie! I would spin a web before your eyes,-- A beautiful ...
See, what a wonderful garden is here, Planted and trimmed for my Little-Oh-Dear! Posies so gaudy and grass of such ...
NOW the lusty spring is seen; Golden yellow, gaudy blue, Daintily invite the view: Everywhere on every green Roses blushing ...
I'M now disposed to give a pretty tale; Love laughs at what I've sworn and will prevail; Men, gods, and ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my ...
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
The land was broken in despair, The princes quarrelled in the dark, When clear and tranquil, through the troubled air ...
How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know -- How He stretched His Anguish to us That -- ...
Will there really be a "Morning"? Is there such a thing as "Day"? Could I see it from the mountains ...
He wrapped them carefully, neatly in costly green silk. Roses of ruby, lilies of pearl, violets of amethyst. As he ...
It is something to have wept as we have wept, It is something to have done as we have done, ...
Sometimes a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing on His wings; ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn? Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn? Are the streams ...
(After Lorca) Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women. There's a shoulder where death comes to cry. There's a ...
WELCOME, welcome! do I sing, Far more welcome than the spring; He that parteth from you never Shall enjoy a ...
(John of the Cross) In a dark night, when the light burning was the burning of love (fortuitous night, fated, ...
I know 'tis but a loom of land, Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice, I know I ...
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
Amid the gray trunks of ancient trees we found the gay woodland lilies nodding on their stems, frail and fair, ...
ALL that I serve will die, all my delights, the flesh kindled from my flesh, garden and field, the silent ...
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