The Ship of Death (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
I imagine this midnight moment's forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock's loneliness And this blank page where my ...
And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship." Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which ...
Measuring my life the walk of my faith a plumb line vertical while I stray right or left questioning and ...
As we listened to the songs the easy flow of banter on the lawn dancing, running children finding friends, new ...
Greeted by one of my brothers standing in the sanctuary aisle not understanding what he meant when he said it ...
All of their history following the ancient ritual the words of the deliverance of God and Egypt of their escape ...
Slowing our steps measured steps, of remembrance pilgrims, yoking our lives with Christ and with the first disciples journeying with ...
In his tears, I saw a glimpse of God touching a heart He loves deepening, enriching, filling his heart with ...
A monochrome whitewash over the world, the browns and the greens hidden under the white The grasses and the edges ...
A deepening understanding, breathing in the word lesson by lesson, example by example, in parable and in service. Showing all ...
A trip to the Isles of Shoals September, after the hurricanes warm tropical water sea foam bright, southern a different ...
I could see her tired even under the closed lids of her sleeping face Body hugged under the covers Her ...
I watched the glory of her childhood change, Half-sorrowful to find the child I knew, (Loved long ago in lily-time), ...
You weren't well or really ill yet either; just a little tired, your handsomeness tinged by grief or anticipation, which ...
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,-- Nothing but ...
Lord Jesus, Thou hast known A mother's love and tender care: And Thou wilt hear, while for my own Mother ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Now darkness ponds upon the violet hills; cicadas sing; the tall elms gently sway; and night bends near, a deepening ...
So old is the wood, so old, Old as Fear. Wrinkled roots; great stems; hushed leaves; No sound near. Shadows ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
The country ever has a lagging Spring, Waiting for May to call its violets forth, And June its roses--showers and ...
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
Past ruined Ilion Helen lives, Alcestis rises from the shades. Verse calls them forth; 'tis verse that gives Immortal youth ...
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