The Believer’s Jointure : Chapter II. (Ralph Erskine Poems)
Containing the Marks and Characters of the Believer in Christ; together with some further privileges and grounds of comfort to ...
Containing the Marks and Characters of the Believer in Christ; together with some further privileges and grounds of comfort to ...
HERMANN.THEN when into the room the well-built son made his entry,Straightway with piercing glances the minister eyed him intently,And with ...
Who has not waked to list the busy soundsOf summer's morning, in the sultry smokeOf noisy London? On the pavement ...
WHO has not wak'd to list the busy soundsOf SUMMER MORNING , in the sultry smokeOf noisy LONDON ?----On the ...
Why have you made life so intolerableAnd set me between four walls, where I am ableNot to escape meals without ...
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven, Forth to a world of labour, death, and care; Still, of his native ...
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
In early, prehistoric days, before the reign of Man,When neolithic Nature fashioned things upon a planThat was large as it ...
Hawkins wasn't in the swim at all in Dingo Flat, And to bait him was our chiefest form of ...
The pale young man he comes to me, An' chats me good an' fair;"The langwidge that you use," ses he, ...
Varus drags me into his affairsout of the Forum, where I'm seen idling:to a little whore I immediately saw,not very ...
Do you know this mysterious, serious Watt --Who sits at the game with the cards in his sleeve; Watching and ...
You have helped hold me together. I'd like you to be still. Stop talking or doing anything else for a ...
When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear, ("It's all one," says the Sapper), The Lord He created ...
A pianist dreams that he's hired by a wrecking company to ruin a piano with his fingers . . . ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
The end of the affair is always death. She's my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my ...
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