Old St David’s at Radnor (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
What an image of peace and rest Is this little church among its graves! All is so quiet; the troubled ...
What an image of peace and rest Is this little church among its graves! All is so quiet; the troubled ...
A vision as of crowded city streets, With human life in endless overflow; Thunder of thoroughfares; trumpets that blow To ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
Look at my knees, That island rising from the steamy seas! The candles a tall lightship; my two hands Are ...
The sadness heavy hanging down on her a lead cloak draped over her frame Hope turned to sadness weighing her ...
As if wrapped around his neck how awful the realization the millstone of his possessions more than a stumbling block ...
A beacon of light shining but not staying put not anchored on the rock motionless going out into the world ...
Not fearing the storms anchored on the Christ secure in God the source of all our strength Rest while the ...
Anchored on Christ the rock of our salvation his life written in the book the same throughout the ages Secure ...
Hold onto Christ like roots, like fingers, anchored deeply holding on tightly around good soil so we must be living ...
Our lives anchored grounded in the word the foundation of the bible the living word of God Guiding us with ...
The winds blowing from many sources seeking to distract to pull us from you, oh Lord Hearing your message doing ...
In some sense, all of us when we are in the winds exposed, alone with our thought naked on the ...
In referencing the death of the king anchoring his moment, epiphany when he saw the Lord, seated on his throne ...
Coming to Advent after our waiting the coming of the Lord Preparing our hearts in the words of the one ...
Waiting, our salvation the babe, the Christ going, humble to the cross for us the path to the Well living ...
Some of our memories the manger, the cross deeply anchored within us images of our faith The cross of Christ ...
Nurtured in the vine living, growing, bearing fruit while connected, the branches with the stem the root deeply planted, anchored ...
Not the tent. the brick, the stone, the wood, a foundation, walls, maybe even plumbing, if we bring the story ...
The jetty changed, when the tide came in turned its course and headed out once more There were pools, caught ...
A picture of God remains in the recesses of my mind, an old resistant strain, a long dormant thread, a ...
They were poised, hooked in their hangers like bats in the cave anchored where they were ready to dive and ...
Rising from the ashes the decaying stump rich with moss a tree to supplant its forebear's life run out in ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl -- Life's little duties do -- precisely -- As the very ...
Access Road Fifteen they named it this anonymous road to the Waipakihi where its brawling water becomes Tongariro. A moment's ...
A sinner was old Captain Dan; His wives guv him no rest: He had one wife to East Skiddaw And ...
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
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