A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul – January (George MacDonald Poems)
1.LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,Had I been from the first true to the truth,Grant me, now ...
1.LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,Had I been from the first true to the truth,Grant me, now ...
I.Master and Sage, greetings and health to thee,From thy most meek disciple! Deign once moreEndure me at thy feet, enlighten ...
He came down the stairs on the laughter-filled grillWhere patriots were eating and drinking their fill,The tap of his crutch ...
WHAT is food for, anyway?Just to keep us through the dayWarm and strong and satisfyHunger, whether bread or pie,Terrapin or ...
Oh, boastful, wicked land, that once was beautiful and great,How bitter and how black must be your self-invited fate,While Time ...
Son of our King: When yoemen sailed From Britain to expand her sway,The coward from High venture quailed, The weakling ...
Full patiently the fisherman lay rocking, rocking, rocking;Against his boat the little waves came knocking, knocking, knocking,The dark little waves, ...
A duty done ... What else was there to do? A simple matter; and as simply solved.His straight young mind ...
DOES a man ever give up hope, I wonder, -- Face the grim fact, seeing it clear as day? When ...
These waters saw the gilded galleys comeFrom the red east: the oarsmen cast their gazeUpon its brightness, and recalled the ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
My neighbor was a biker, a pusher, a dog and wife beater. In bad dreams I killed him and once, ...
Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
To the Memory of the Household It Describes This Poem is Dedicated by the Author "As the Spirit of Darkness ...
Before my drift-wood fire I sit, And see, with every waif I burn, Old dreams and fancies coloring it, And ...
Let my soul, a shining tree, Silver branches lift towards thee, Where on a hallowed winter's night The clear-eyed angels ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
For God, our God is a gallant foe That playeth behind the veil. I have loved my God as a ...
Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all alone Upon the sacred cliffs above the sky. God and the angels, and ...
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