Shining White (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His countenance changed imbued with God's love his clothes dazzling becoming shining white Are we aglow is our face lit ...
His countenance changed imbued with God's love his clothes dazzling becoming shining white Are we aglow is our face lit ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or ...
The brain - the brush here celebrate that long red stain seeping the universe . Was not the chink of ...
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, ...
The heavenly hills of Holland,-- How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue ...
The Oriole sings in the greening grove As if he were half-way waiting, The rosebuds peep from their hoods of ...
One of the ones that Midas touched Who failed to touch us all Was that confiding Prodigal The reeling Oriole ...
Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens -- ...
I love the church: its labara, its silver vessels, its candleholders, the lights, the ikons, the pulpit. Whenever I go ...
An ingenuity too astonishing to be quite fortuitous is this bog full of sundews, sphagnum- lined and shaped like a ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
The winter comes; I walk alone, I want no bird to sing; To those who keep their hearts their own ...
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said, "Wait on, wait on, while I ride ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
I see around me tombstones grey Stretching their shadows far away. Beneath the turf my footsteps tread Lie low and ...
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I. I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
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