Wisdom and Our Folly (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So hard to grapple with the folly of our choices the stubborn march to dismay, destruction the lost souls of ...
So hard to grapple with the folly of our choices the stubborn march to dismay, destruction the lost souls of ...
I Once a fowler, young and artless, To the quiet greenwood came; Full of skill was he and heartless In ...
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse - Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his ...
Thou born to sip the lake or spring, Or quaff the waters of the stream, Why hither come on vagrant ...
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road, Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode; Small sums were charged; few ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
By neer resemblance see that Bird betray'd Who takes the well wrought Arras for a shade There hopes to pearch ...
While we were fearing it, it came -- But came with less of fear Because that fearing it so long ...
We shun it ere it comes, Afraid of Joy, Then sue it to delay And lest it fly, Beguile it ...
The Symptom of the Gale -- The Second of Dismay -- Between its Rumor and its Face -- Is almost ...
Of Death I try to think like this -- The Well in which they lay us Is but the Likeness ...
When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear, The debt of his nature did pay, T' was Edward, the cruel, ...
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row ...
(Genesis, xxii.14) The saints should never be dismay'd, Nor sink in hopeless fear; For when they least expect His aid, ...
My soul is sad, and much dismay'd; See, Lord, what legions of my foes, With fierce Apollyon at their head, ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance ...
My God! O let me call Thee mine! Weak wretched sinner though I be, My trembling soul would fain be ...
My God (oh, let me call Thee mine, Weak, wretched sinner though I be), My trembling soul would fain be ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
He does not live here but it is the god. A priest tools in a top his motorbike. You do ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
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