Lord We Thank You (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lord, We thank you for this day, for the joy of the morning, the love of this family, waking from ...
Lord, We thank you for this day, for the joy of the morning, the love of this family, waking from ...
There was a scar of dark black brown open water, cut through the thin skin of ice the pond lit ...
Above the tree line beside the silhouette of the dark church a contrail of a jet falling toward the horizon ...
Above the bluff, the scar, the clear-cut of the power lines, a forest of pine opens to the north Surrounded ...
A monument, long in coming of some open scar tissue a stain on our lives chapter of evil when we ...
Man of mystery of time and space where oh where have you hid your face Are you in the dark ...
David, oh David how I know your sin your turn to the pleasures the temptation in your eyes weakness of ...
I often pause to wonder of the two sides of the man from the Balkans who graced my life with ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
O Hymen king. Hymen, O Hymen king, what bitter thing is this? what shaft, tearing my heart? what scar, what ...
Their Barricade against the Sky The martial Trees withdraw And with a Flag at every turn Their Armies are no ...
Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind! Who never climbed the ...
The healed Heart shows its shallow scar With confidential moan -- Not mended by Mortality Are Fabrics truly torn -- ...
Each Scar I'll keep for Him Instead I'll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one But ...
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons -- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes -- Heavenly Hurt, ...
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
We wear scars from our youth, trifling things reflecting those earnings from growing days, of battles raised and wounds worn ...
I praise Thee, God, whose rays upstart beneath the Bright and Morning Star: Nowit asali fardh salat assobhi allahu akbar. ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
I praise Thee, God, whose rays upstart beneath the Bright and Morning Star: Nowit asali fardh salat assobhi allahu akbar. ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
another day is here and my hands are still covered with a mantle of stoic ink words scribbled on a ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
EDINA! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet, Sat Legislation's sov'reign pow'rs: ...
"O CAM ye here the fight to shun, Or herd the sheep wi' me, man? Or were ye at the ...
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