Foot Washing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
No last supper, no holy meal, a foot washing, instead servanthood to the last washing their feet as a slave, ...
No last supper, no holy meal, a foot washing, instead servanthood to the last washing their feet as a slave, ...
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
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A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
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WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
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AS slow I climb the cliff's ascending side, Much musing on the track of terror past When o'er the dark ...
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
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