A Meditation on Good Treasure (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We were sitting in the circle, a room in Your house around the table studying once more Your word, words ...
We were sitting in the circle, a room in Your house around the table studying once more Your word, words ...
She smiled at me, with my bouquet of roses, freshly brought up from their hiding place in the cold basement ...
An ancient shell on their shelf a memento, a reminder of the sea of the coast glistening under the film ...
I became enthralled immersed in the imagery the depth of feeling sitting in the room of the gallery not seeing, ...
Abandon, void loss, pain emptiness consumed you called you down into the depth black shroud enveloped Where were you when ...
A living Ansel Adams tableau white birches stretching heavenward over a winter scene of white on white A monochromatic world ...
When the busy day is done, And my weary little one Rocketh gently to and fro; When the night winds ...
I hear some say, "This man is not in love." "What? Can he love? A likely thing," they say; "Read ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
Mother of all the high-strung poets and singers departed, Mother of all the grass that weaves over their graves the ...
Joyful, joyful we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love, Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, hail Thee as ...
Joy to have merited the Pain -- To merit the Release -- Joy to have perished every step -- To ...
A something in a summer's Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer's ...
A Pit -- but Heaven over it -- And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad, And yet a Pit -- With ...
In snow thou comest -- Thou shalt go with the resuming ground, The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee's ...
There's an infinity of wisdom in your smile that would deny the winsome wit that lies at back of it; ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
And here the precious dust is laid; Whose purely-temper'd clay was made So fine that it the guest betray'd. Else ...
On an ebony bed decorated with coral eagles, sound asleep lies Nero -- unconscious, quiet, and blissful; thriving in the ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June, Dawdling away their wat'ry noon) Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear, Each secret fishy ...
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