Write Thy Name (Newell Houston Ensley Poems)
Write your name upon the sand, The waves will wash it out again. Trace it on the crystal foam, No sooner is it ...
Write your name upon the sand, The waves will wash it out again. Trace it on the crystal foam, No sooner is it ...
Silence (in truth) would speak my sorrow best,For, deepest wounds can least their feelings tell;Yet, let me borrow from mine ...
HOW many now are dead to meThat live to others yet!How many are alive to meWho crumble in their graves, ...
You, panther and statue, angel of fruit,sexual bread shop, monument of wheat,with throat pierced by the dartof a sudden word, ...
We have created the night I hold your hand I watchI sustain you with all my powersI engrave in rock ...
Grant to this child the inward grace,While we the outward sign impart;The cross we on his forehead traceDo Thou engrave ...
1white curtains of infinite fatiguedominating the starborn heritage of the colonies of St Franciswhite curtains of tortured destiniesinheriting the calamities ...
No more old England will they see—Those men who've died for you and me.So lone and cold they lie; but ...
At this height, Kansas is just a concept, a checkerboard design of wheat and corn no larger than the foldout ...
How should I praise thee, Lord! how should my rhymes Gladly engrave thy love in steel, If what my soul ...
Full of rebellion, I would die, Or fight, or travel, or deny That thou has aught to do with me. ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
Vulcan, contrive me such a cup As Nestor used of old; Show all thy skill to trim it up, Damask ...
The promises of the covenant of grace. Isa. 55:1,2; Zech. 13:1; Mic. 7:19; Ezek. 36:25, etc. In vain we lavish ...
To Thushari Williams Dear Thushie, the six months you spent with us Will never be forgotten, the long days you ...
To visit the Escurial We took a motor bus, And there a guide mercurial Took charge of us. He showed ...
Our fathers all were poor, Poorer our fathers' fathers; Beyond, we dare not look. We, the sons, keep store Of ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
You who live secure In your warm houses Who return at evening to find Hot food and friendly faces: Consider ...
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