Mountaineer-Song (Felicia Dorothea Hemans Poems)
"BLOW, mountain-breeze! all wild, like thee, Unfetter'd as thy wing, I rove; With airy step and spirit free, From snowy ...
"BLOW, mountain-breeze! all wild, like thee, Unfetter'd as thy wing, I rove; With airy step and spirit free, From snowy ...
NIGHT crawls over the lands betwixt AtlanticAnd that deep musical sea whom men call peaceful:The lanterns, visible dreams of men ...
Lift me up from this bed of sickness;I am going out to meet the summer.I will run into the arms ...
O SUMMON out of memoryInto understandingSo that all may fear itFrom the blood and feverOf our passsionate and foreverUnregenerate spiritSuch ...
I met her in Your Word studying our faith, the common history we have shared, children of Abraham heirs with ...
Picturing yourself, one of the two walking that dusty road, with Christ, exploring your heart, poured out in the confusion ...
We sat with rapt attention to the sheet on the table, our bibles open to the passage, the instruction, admonition ...
Counting down to two years, moments of memories of the start of our lives anew our start of our dating, ...
Words cannot describe the wonder of discovery the play and banter preschoolers and kindergarten learning exploring, awakening to sound and ...
I never want to stop Never stop Exploring you Your body, your skin Under my skin Touching you Captivated, bound ...
A space in the dark untrammeled woods Off the path Under the watch of maples and birch A bed of ...
You asked me who the woman next to me was I said, "she is my heart," Holding my cupped hands ...
Field trip On the bus Down the road To see science The bog Sucked my leg Into the sphagnum Florescent ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
I play at Riches -- to appease The Clamoring for Gold -- It kept me from a Thief, I think, ...
1 SINGING my days, Singing the great achievements of the present, Singing the strong, light works of engineers, Our modern ...
Groping along the tunnel, step by step, He winked his prying torch with patching glare From side to side, and ...
My most respected comrades of posterity! Rummaging among these days' petrified crap, exploring the twilight of our times, you, possibly, ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
I The angels guide him now, And watch his curly head, And lead him in their games, The little boy ...
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