Footsteps of Angels (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To ...
When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To ...
What can I tell you that you don't know that will make you tremble again? Forsythia by the roadside, by ...
Even now this landscape is assembling. The hills darken. The oxen Sleep in their blue yoke, The fields having been ...
And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking." And he answered, saying: You talk when you cease to be at ...
Now mind is clear as a cloudless sky. Time then to make a home in wilderness. What have I done ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Each of us a vessel God's love to reveal filled with his grace, his blessing pouring out his love each ...
going, as the savior did out into the world, to share to bring a message of love, of hope Where ...
under the overcast sky, blue/gray the wet brown soil, not yet furrowed rows the corn stubble of last year a ...
The fire already raging the land, scorched, charred. Dig out the hydrants, clear them, access send the crews, shovels at ...
Be Strong in the Lord so said the church's sign by the roadside, many weeks gone by What did the ...
Pitch the Tent on the lawn set up the chairs, the signs, the pulpit flagmen at the roadside, cars parked ...
As He is so want to do, the lectionary was blended sharing a deeper message, in the mixing of the ...
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift. The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, ...
Richard the First, Coeur-de-Lion, Is a name that we speak of with pride, Though he only lived six months in ...
Another fork away ahead Exactly like the one behind And twists and turns to leave you dead As choices in ...
I I heard the spring wind whisper Above the brushwood fire, "The world is made forever Of transport and desire. ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
I am a young executive. No cuffs than mine are cleaner; I have a Slimline brief-case and I use the ...
There are five men in the moonlight That by their shadows stand; Three hobble humped on crutches, And two lack ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
Along the sun-drenched roadside, from the great hollow half-treetrunk, which for generations has been a trough, renewing in itself an ...
Kung walked by the dynastic temple and into the cedar grove, and then out by the lower river, And with ...
Welcome, sweet Christmas, blest be the morn That Christ our Saviour was born! Earth's Redeemer, to save us from all ...
One sweet pound of filet mignon sizzles on the roadside. Let's say a hundred yards below the buzzard. The buzzard ...
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