Not Holding Back (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Nothing retained, kept for themselves, trusting, faith alone, giving all not holding back Selling what was theirs alone giving the ...
Nothing retained, kept for themselves, trusting, faith alone, giving all not holding back Selling what was theirs alone giving the ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
HOWEVER exquisite we BEAUTY find, It satiates sense, and palls upon the mind: Brown bread as well as white must ...
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
In some summers there is so much fruit, the peasants decide not to reap any more. Not having reaped you, ...
A flower - shrivelled, bare of fragrance, Forgotten on a page - I see, And instantly my soul awakens, Filled ...
In lakeside leafy groves, a friar Escaped all worries; there he passed His summer days in constant prayer, Deep studies ...
To the voters of Glen Innes 'twas O'Sullivan that went, To secure the country vote for Mister Hay. So he ...
I loved you, and I probably still do, And for a while the feeling may remain... But let my love ...
O sing, fair lady, when with me Sad songs of Georgia no more: They bring into my memory Another life, ...
The wondrous moment of our meeting... Still I remember you appear Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel ...
I love you - though it makes me beat, Though vain it seems, and melancholy - Yet to this shameless, ...
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover; Flying snow is set alight By the moon whose form they cover; Blurred the heavens, blurred ...
Children running into izba, Calling father, dripping sweat: "Daddy, daddy! come -- there is a Deadman caught inside our net." ...
For Linda Foster I Because we used to have leaves and on damp days our muscles feel a tug, painful ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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