Peace (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself ...
They put Us far apart -- As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula -- We signified "These see" -- ...
There is a flower that Bees prefer -- And Butterflies -- desire -- To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming ...
I thought that nature was enough Till Human nature came But that the other did absorb As Parallax a Flame ...
I know some lonely Houses off the Road A Robber'd like the look of -- Wooden barred, And Windows hanging ...
In the beginning there was light, abundant light that truly lit the way, time was never lost in dodging flights ...
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
My thoughts are like the boots randomly arrayed in the rack outside the window, some in pairs neatly stacked, comfortably ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
Our lives were founded on this rock, this Jessie of Gibraltar Whose unfailing love endured beyond her ample nursing, And ...
It seldom snowed they said, and they were nearly right. In all of nine eventful seasons crystal white on average ...
Let them declare Jihad then, let them despair that I will speak the truth as I see it, and where ...
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
You may have heard a dumb-ass claim that Katrina, a hurricane, is to blame for current stress upon our fiscal ...
Baby waits alone in sandy shallows lying, - wretchedly crying Dam marooned at sea aware her calf is dying precious ...
Steve is gone, I hardly can believe the man wont cry again, I cannot credit that his energy wont bloom ...
It took several hours. There were spaces in the cookware of which no one was aware, save the poet. The ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
Obscurest night involv'd the sky, Th' Atlantic billows roar'd, When such a destin'd wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ...
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ...
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
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