His or Her (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I have been thinking about his. So many of my poems, about God the possessive is his A father God, ...
I have been thinking about his. So many of my poems, about God the possessive is his A father God, ...
Life is so full, of temptations, leading us, away from the Father, forgetting the love of the Son, the healing ...
I am a sheep, who loses his way Gets mislead, lead astray In my life's journey Fell out of the ...
In prayer, Jesus was touched by the physical manifestation of the Spirit of God, the Holy Spirit the other end ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine, Oft pranks are played that show a deep design; Men are but men, and friars ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw-- For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law. He's ...
Creator Spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come, visit ev'ry pious mind; Come, pour thy joys ...
Let me but do my work from day to day, In field or forest, at the desk or loom, In ...
Pigmy seraphs -- gone astray -- Velvet people from Vevay -- Balles from some lost summer day -- Bees exclusive ...
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies -- Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize -- ...
The gallows in my garden, people say, Is new and neat and adequately tall; I tie the noose on in ...
I How warm this woodland wild Recess ! Love surely hath been breathing here ; And this sweet bed of ...
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
I have gone backward in the work, The labour has not sped, Drowsy and dark my spirit lies, Heavy and ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
When my love was away, Full three days were not sped, I caught my fancy astray Thinking if she were ...
THIS last denial of my faith, Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death, I call ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
WHY am I loth to leave this earthly scene? Have I so found it full of pleasing charms? Some drops ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
THE FRIEND whom, wild from Wisdom's way, The fumes of wine infuriate send, (Not moony madness more astray) Who but ...
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