Summer (Amy Lowell Poem)
Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any ...
Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
The soft snow giving the bite of the shovel catching the sand thrown covering the sidewalk the blacktop frozen glaze ...
Happy in God's goodness raining down on others prayers and efforts answered by our sovereign Lord Hoping for transformation that ...
Not some other place not another venue God placing us right where we are This is where God's plan will ...
The rain falling heavy on the autumnal tableau the vivid colors of autumn on the mums below Watering the fall ...
We forget, perhaps the world telling us we can do anything that we are our masters our destiny in our ...
drinking the opiate of wealth the self-made man philosophy Horatio Alger story of our age a lie, a false idol, ...
Our mistakes a blessing acceptable to the Lord proof of our efforts our serving in his name trying when we ...
Like children, unburdened offer joyful service in praise of the Lord responding to, never earning the gift of grace No ...
Signs of his touch marks of the Potter's hand his efforts recorded written on the flesh, the tissue on this ...
real-time writing, what I see how I feel, what I hear the magic revealed by the girls the wonder of ...
Lord, We thank you for this holy ground, this place we are gathered in We thank you for the vision ...
A story many of us can ably attest praising for the ones, the women in our lives not the ideal, ...
I'll tell you the story of Jonah, A really remarkable tale; A peaceful and humdrum existence he had Until one ...
I'll tell you the story of Balbus, You know, him as builded a wall; I'll tell you the reason he ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Time! on whose arbitrary wing The varying hours must flag or fly, Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, But drag or ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
Moving from left to left, the light is heavy on the Dome, and coarse. One small lunette turns it aside ...
High above he stands, beside the many saintly figures fronting the cathedral's gothic tympanum, close by the window called the ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
Bare-handed, I hand the combs. The man in white smiles, bare-handed, Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet, The throats of ...
Sprawl is the quality of the man who cut down his Rolls-Royce into a farm utility truck, and sprawl is ...
'Twas in the year of 1897, and on the night of Christmas day, That ten persons' lives were taken sway, ...
Good people of high and low degree, I pray ye all to list to me, And I'll relate a harrowing ...
'Twas on a Sunday morning, and in the year of 1888, The steamer "Saxmundham," laden with coal and coke for ...
Ye landsmen, all pray list to me, While I relate a terrible tale of the sea, Concerning the screw steamer ...
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