MIGNON. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
----- Poet's art is ever able To endow with truth mere fable. ---- MIGNON. [This universally known poem is also ...
----- Poet's art is ever able To endow with truth mere fable. ---- MIGNON. [This universally known poem is also ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Christ, as our intercessor, our advocated before God pleading our case our prayers before the Lord what we ask offered ...
Like tilling our soil chambers of our hearts God's Spirit preparing wooing us with His love Planting seeds of hope ...
How I thirst for you oh Lord in the quiet of the night through the din of the day in ...
The blood of the lamb spirit, life, eternal life spread on the lintels of our hearts marking us, a chosen ...
Blood shed in fulfillment, willingly spilled for us spread blood of the lamb Blood on the lintels, the threshold, the ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
A jar of cider and my pipe, In summer, under shady tree; A book by one that made his mind ...
Not, exactly, green: closer to bronze preserved in kind brine, something retrieved from a Greco-Roman wreck, patinated and oddly muscular. ...
This is a Blossom of the Brain -- A small -- italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit ...
The Wind took up the Northern Things And piled them in the south -- Then gave the East unto the ...
'Twas the old -- road -- through pain -- That unfrequented -- one -- With many a turn -- and ...
I dwell in Possibility -- A fairer House than Prose -- More numerous of Windows -- Superior -- for Doors ...
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers -- Untouched my Morning And untouched by Noon -- Sleep the meek members of the ...
We interrupt the work of the gods, hasty and inexperienced beings of the moment. In the palaces of Eleusis and ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
I want to know how Bernard Shaw Likes beefsteak-fairly done, or raw? I want to know what kinds of shoes ...
Love took chambers on our street Opposite to mine; On his door he tacked a neat, Clearly lettered sign. Straightway ...
What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll see each other again,-- . . . and again reach the ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
In the night-reaches dreamed he of better graces, of liberations, and beloved faces, such as now ere dawn he sings. ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
For Robert Lowell This is the time of year when almost every night the frail, illegal fire balloons appear. Climbing ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun, that now From ...
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