A Lawyerly Question (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It always seems, wherever I turn we are the bad guys, the ones in the way the ones asking Him ...
It always seems, wherever I turn we are the bad guys, the ones in the way the ones asking Him ...
Divine retribution, for false piety setting oneself as separate, as knowing God then choosing to do evil, a person, a ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
To view his stately Walks and Groves, A Man of Pow'r and Place Was hast'ning on; but as he roves, ...
Would we attain the happiest State, That is design'd us here; No Joy a Rapture must create, No Grief beget ...
At last, my old inveterate foe, No opposition shalt thou know. Since I by struggling, can obtain Nothing, but encrease ...
While Monarchs in stern Battle strove For proud Imperial Sway; Abandon'd to his milder Love, Within a silent peaceful Grove, ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
(To hear us talk) The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
We get on a boat, never mind if it sinks, we pay the captain by throwing him overboard. And when ...
Richard the First, Coeur-de-Lion, Is a name that we speak of with pride, Though he only lived six months in ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
South Winds jostle them -- Bumblebees come -- Hover -- hesitate -- Drink, and are gone -- Butterflies pause On ...
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis -- To meet an Antique Book -- In just the Dress his Century ...
We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook that patiently took us into its heart. At ...
Access Road Fifteen they named it this anonymous road to the Waipakihi where its brawling water becomes Tongariro. A moment's ...
Were meetings predestined then ours was intended, great oracles decreed it as fate, and the auguries chattered with sweet benefactors ...
Were meetings destined then this was one to take a leading place, the oracle decreed it fate in a matrix ...
It's a ruling from the field of pain (devoid of antique nave, a judgement process aptly named 'benefit of doubt'); ...
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
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