Called to Freedom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We, in this land of plenty, the hope of the world, in the words, the meaning, in our celebration about ...
We, in this land of plenty, the hope of the world, in the words, the meaning, in our celebration about ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about-- Wall within wall to shut fear out. ...
Not only sands and gravels Were once more on their travels, But gulping muddy gallons Great boulders off their balance ...
You love the roses - so do I. I wish The sky would rain down roses, as they rain From ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
That bright chimeric beast Conceived yet never born, Save in the poet's breast, The white-flanked unicorn, Never may be shaken ...
Lady Clara Vere de Vere Was eight years old, she said: Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. ...
Gray rainwater lay on the grass in the late afternoon. The carp lay on the bottom, resting, while dusk took ...
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...
As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead, Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
I think if you had loved me when I wanted; If I'd looked up one day, and seen your eyes, ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
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