The Peace Of Dives (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueback cold, then with cracked hands ...
Turn our hearts from the stress of this world the anxieties, the fears the angers in this life Turn out ...
Calm our fears oh Lord bend our angers to your peace convert our hearts to the calling of your Son ...
In the clutter of this life the trials and tribulations the struggles and angers that wash over us Heal us ...
HEARKEN, oh hearken! let your souls behind you Turn, gently moved! Our voices feel along the Dread to find you, ...
The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand, Under a bitter black wind that blows from the ...
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our names And then away, away, like whirling flames; And now fled by, mist-covered, ...
AH poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats! Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me! (For what is my life, ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
YOU just maturing youth! You male or female! Remember the organic compact of These States, Remember the pledge of the ...
Lucilla, wedded to Lucretius, found Her master cold; for when the morning flush Of passion and the first embrace had ...
They weave a slow andante as in sleep, Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white; With blue and lidless eyes at ...
Between the wave-ridge and the strand I let you forth in sight of land, Songs that with storm-crossed wings and ...
Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not my time, the flood that does not flow. Between the ...
In Nevada there is a field where giant mushrooms grow One mile high and two miles wide, they say on ...
Beautiful Monikie! with your trees and shrubberies green And your beautiful walks, most charming to be seen: 'Tis a beautiful ...
Our fathers all were poor, Poorer our fathers' fathers; Beyond, we dare not look. We, the sons, keep store Of ...
Strong sun, that bleach The curtains of my room, can you not render Colourless this dress I wear?- This violent ...
Your hand, my wonder, is now icy cold. The purest light of the celestial dome has burned me through. And ...
1 Dawn. First light tearing at the rough tongues of the zinnias, at the leaves of the just born. Today ...
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