Written On The Morning Of The Communion Sabbath (Christian Milne Poems)
STAY here, my worldly Works and cares,Till I, approaching, see,And taste how good is Jacob's GOD ,Who meets this day ...
STAY here, my worldly Works and cares,Till I, approaching, see,And taste how good is Jacob's GOD ,Who meets this day ...
When the poor, erring woman sought In tears the Master's feet, Her breast, with deep contrition fraught, Repentance, ...
Intricate and untraceable weaving and interweaving, dark strand with light: designed, beyond all spiderly contrivance, to link, not to entrap: ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de ...
I divested myself of despair and fear when I came here. Now there is no more catching one's own eye ...
Leave me, my blamer, For the sake of the love Which unites your soul with That of your beloved one; ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one: Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot A constant habit; that when I would not ...
My Triumph lasted till the Drums Had left the Dead alone And then I dropped my Victory And chastened stole ...
I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the Belgian nuns gave me for ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
I think that look of Christ might seem to say-- 'Thou Peter ! art thou then a common stone Which ...
Lord, I will bless thee all my days, Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue; My soul shall glory in ...
Now ere I slept, my prayer had been that I might see my way To do the will of Christ, ...
(Time Night. Scene the woods.) Where shall I turn me? whither shall I bend My weary way? thus worn with ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
You that in vain would front the coming order With eyes that meet forlornly what they must, And only with ...
I was seventy-seven, come August, I shall shortly be losing my bloom; I've experienced zephyr and raw gust And (symbolical) ...
You hide your face in shame, But I can see your private parts, Have you no contrition, To expose yourself, ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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