My Curate’s Motor Bike (John O Brien Poems)
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
Ah, greet the day, which, like a golden butterfly,Hovereth 'twixt the night and morn;And welcome her fullness-the hours 'mid shadowAnd ...
It is likely enough that lions and scorpionsGuard the end; life never was bonded to be endurable nor theact of ...
Brief life is here our portion, Brief sorrow, short-lived care: The Life that knows no ending, ...
I cannot find the meaning out That lies in wrong and pain and strife; I know not ...
I say, "She was as good as fair," When standing by her mound; "Such passing sweetness," I declare, "No longer ...
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
To understand love to comprehend His commandments the connection of the two bonded, in union neither are separate as the ...
Rising together singing your praises speaking the words of prayer to praise your holy name Offering our lives as holy ...
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
He watched the old movie unfold, The head-covered man bashing his van into a building, Nodding his head: 'Yes another ...
"What! still those two infernal questions, That with our meals our slumbers mix -- That spoil our tempers and digestions ...
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