Things That Never Die (Charles Dickens Poem)
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
An angry angel hurled from the heavenly heightDrumroll alarms onto the sombre earth,Hundreds of stars burnt out their light,Hundreds of ...
A little hand came knocking on my door:"Let me turn in: I won't be bad no more!"A little voice in ...
Surgeon her, world! Let myriad scalpels brightFlash in her sores with all thy bitter might, So ...
Silent, to-night, o'er Judah's hills Bend low the angel throng,No heavenly music fills the air Exultantly with song;Yet, ...
When the poor, erring woman sought In tears the Master's feet, Her breast, with deep contrition fraught, Repentance, ...
CII love you with each fibre of this frame, Sentient and moral. I have sought that spot Throughout my nature, ...
God of our fathers, known of old -- Lord of our far-flung battle line -- Beneath whose awful hand we ...
God of our fathers, known of old -- Lord of our far-flung battle line -- Beneath whose awful hand we ...
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
It is a pristine page, clean on the blue screen where I compose, I don't expect it to stay that ...
If I don't write something good tonight I will sleep without the comforting Canopus of deep believers, if I sleep ...
(Isaiah, lvii.15) The Lord will happiness divine On contrite hearts bestow; Then tell me, gracious God, is mine A contrite ...
Well, eight months ago one clear cold day, I took a ramble up Broadway, And with my hands behind my ...
Upon Bottle Miche the autre day While yet the nuit was early, Je met a homme whose barbe was grey, ...
(In memoriam C. T. W. Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire July 7, 1896) ...
God dwells with the humble and penitent. Isa. 47:15,16. Thus saith the high and lofty One: "I sit upon my ...
To the Priest, on Observing how most Men mistake their own Talents When beasts could speak (the learned say, They ...
My folks think I'm a serving maid Each time I visit home; They do not dream I ply a trade ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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