Confused by Ambition (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Missing the message, the real message He was teaching lost in their own thoughts, their own ambitions, rivalry their own ...
Missing the message, the real message He was teaching lost in their own thoughts, their own ambitions, rivalry their own ...
An ancient shell on their shelf a memento, a reminder of the sea of the coast glistening under the film ...
Roll over, snooze hit Warm covers, cold morn Morning light Piercing my slumber Out the window Down below My barn ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
POOR River, now thou'rt almost dry, What Nymph, or Swain, will near thee lie? Since brought, alas! to sad Decay, ...
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
When I heard he had entered the harbor, and circled the wharf for days, I expected the worst: shallow water, ...
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
Oh, why are you shining so bright, big Sun, And why is the garden so gay? Do you know that ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
At dawn I dreamed of wispy clouds, I had the time to wield and watched the regimented lines of cirrus ...
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and ...
THIS little vault, this narrow room, Of Love and Beauty is the tomb; The dawning beam, that 'gan to clear ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
My whole world is all you refuse: a black light, angelic and cold on the path to the orchard, fox-runs ...
And then the day came When I heard the extraordinary lines in Keats, The evocation of Ruth "when, sick for ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
WE take from life one little share, And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care, ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
I see around me tombstones grey Stretching their shadows far away. Beneath the turf my footsteps tread Lie low and ...
Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of ...
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
"O day! he cannot die When thou so fair art shining! O Sun, in such a glorious sky, So tranquilly ...
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
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