The Deserted Village (Oliver Goldsmith Poem)
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Seeds of love with the seeds of revolution the winds of change blowing across so many nations We should be ...
Offering up a wish a prayer for our nation no matter his motive that we would grow stronger leaning on ...
Thinking about the words of his friends arguing with Job about God telling him to be humble not to come ...
If we slow our reading and treasure all the words learning from a righteous man who stumbled before God Taking ...
In arguing my point that she needed a raincoat feeling the mist falling on my face yet almost imperceptible not ...
Moses, on the mountain, petitioning God, once more to spare the people, the ones He saved who are turning away ...
She was running this morning early Sunday morning while we drove by on the way to church black top, black ...
Imagine the scene, cloistered in their room safe from authorities Jewish and Roman rulers, powers that would destroy them No, ...
Wrestling with God, no that didn't get Jacob too far just a pain in the hip he carried the rest ...
Now this was a conversation, as I learned later, that was not in the right place a high school classroom, ...
In happy moments moments when she isn't pouting, or making a face arguing, squinting when she is just a pretty ...
If the debate rages in the pages of the news today then I'm confused, I've searched and found no evidence. ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
DO LESS THINKING, and pay more attention to your heart. DO LESS ACQUIRING, and pay more attention to what you ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live ...
You always read about it: the plumber with the twelve children who wins the Irish Sweepstakes. From toilets to riches. ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
Oh many times did Ernest Hyde and I Argue about the freedom of the will. My favorite metaphor was Prickett's ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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