Innocent Blood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
That troubled land, torn and split knowing war, strife, too long Escape through there, to a land once of oppression, ...
That troubled land, torn and split knowing war, strife, too long Escape through there, to a land once of oppression, ...
Our lives, measured by our actions did we do justice in our time were those hungry fed, those thirsty given ...
with her needle, her thread making tunics, other clothes for the widows, the poor serving, using her gifts her ordinary ...
A father, grandfather, everyman pondering, musing, breathing out the lessons our children teach in word and in deed, mirroring our ...
For the love of country they fought and died for the beliefs we hold dear the words written in ink, ...
By actions more than words we live out the blessings the title we are given All of us are heirs, ...
Rich memories flood with scents cascades of moments of family and fun wrapped in the smells of our lives May ...
Self held in check using faith, responsible for our actions owning our choices moving beyond our past by faith, faith ...
EXAMPLE often proves of sov'reign use; At other times it cherishes abuse; 'Tis not my purpose, howsoe'er, to tell Which ...
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
WHEN Cupid with his dart, would hearts assail, The rampart most secure is not the VEIL; A husband better will ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
Enter, as in the Temple of Jerusalem, ATHALIA, MATHAN, ABNER WHY, to our Wonder, in this Place is seen, ...
Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
She wrapped a paper towel around his softened cock in what he thought was quaint affection, that was new, an ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
Ah blame me not, Catcott, if from the right way My notions and actions run far. How can my ideas ...
The opposite seeks the opposite and the drop of black grows within white until turning white into black and conversely ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
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