A Christmas Hymn (John Charles McNeill Poems)
Near where the shepherds watched by nightAnd heard the angels o'er them,The wise men saw the starry lightStand still at ...
Near where the shepherds watched by nightAnd heard the angels o'er them,The wise men saw the starry lightStand still at ...
WHAT if the wind do howl without,And turn the creaking weather-vane;What if the arrows of the rainDo beat against the ...
The eternal entrance into EdenIs not locked with seven precious seals;It has no charms nor light of heaven,And the people ...
The blackberry's bloom, when last we went this way,Veiled all her bowsome rods with trembling white;The robin's sunset breast gave ...
One soiled and shamed and foiled in this world's fight,Deserter from the host of God, that hereStill darkly struggles,—waked from ...
BY the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass,How the clouds like crowds of snowy-hued ...
For Alexandra, born May 17, 1999Armored in red, her voice commandsevery corner. Bells gong on squares,in steeples, answering the prayers.Bright ...
"THEY had brought in such sheafs of hair, And flung them all about us there In the loud noonday's heat ...
In the tenth year of Yuanhe I was banished and demoted to be assistant official in Jiujiang. In the summer ...
Oh, where did you come from, baby mine, With your face like a cherub's sweet? Did the angels scatter ...
Here, through the ages old, the desert slept In solitudes unbroken, save when passed The bison herds, and savage ...
The Smile, they called her -- "La Sourire"; and fair -- A sculptured angel on the northern door ...
There is a courage, a majestic thingThat springs forth from the brow of pain, full-grown,Minerva-like, and dares all dangers known,And ...
Each day brings its toad, each night its dragon. Der heilige Hieronymus--his lion is at the zoo-- Listens, listens. All ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put ...
Oh, ponder, friend, the porcupine; Refresh your recollection, And sit a moment, to define His means of self-protection. How truly ...
You've asked me what the lobster is weaving there with his golden feet? I reply, the ocean knows this. You ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
Another armored animal--scale lapping scale with spruce-cone regularity until they form the uninterrupted central tail-row! This near artichoke with head ...
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