Exposed1 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Convicted of our sins open in our grief feeling the hurt we cause our Savior to the cross Exposed in ...
Poems about faults (31 Poems)
A Mud Season (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Trudging, in between a journey renewed living faithful yet going slow stuck in between a mud season of sorts between ...
Drenched in Conviction (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Between our repentance and walking in rebirth drenched in conviction slogging in the mud Turning from the world heading toward ...
Between Repentance and Rebirth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Convicted yet hurting aware of our guilt the miry clay of our existence before our rebirth Needing Christ beside us ...
Between Old Life and New (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In turning from ourselves accepting his grace heeding God's call yet troubled in our souls Between old life and new ...
Unrecognizable as our old selves (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Unrecognizable as our old selves like Christ for Mary in the garden after his resurrection when we confess our sin ...
Do Not Judge (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Be careful what you say, what you think walk humbly, focusing on your own faults your own growing edges are ...
To Love Our Nation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
To love our nation doesn't mean denying our faults, pushing them under the rug, our heads in the sand To ...
Blending Concepts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The name of the sermon the point of the message was "Our Highest Ideal" but it was the underlying subtext ...
The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
The Devil In Hell (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
HE surely must be wrong who loving fears; And does not flee when beauty first appears. Ye FAIR, with charms ...
The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
The Critick and the Writer of Fables (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
The Atheist And The Acorn (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Methinks this World is oddly made, And ev'ry thing's amiss, A dull presuming Atheist said, As stretch'd he lay beneath ...
Reformation (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A Gentleman, most wretched in his Lot, A wrangling and reproving Wife had got, Who, tho' she curb'd his Pleasures, ...
Heroic Stanzas (John Dryden Poem)
Consecrated to the Glorious Memory of His Most Serene and Renowned Highness, Oliver, Late Lord Protector of This Commonwealth, etc. ...
Absalom And Achitophel (John Dryden Poem)
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
The Task: Book II, The Time-Piece (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
Ephraim Repenting (William Cowper Poem)
(Jeremiah, xxxi. 18-20) My God, till I received Thy stroke, How like a beast was I! So unaccustom'd to the ...
A Word To The ‘Elect’ (Anne Bronte Poems)
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure; You may be grateful for the gift divine -- That grace unsought, which ...
A Word To The Calvinists (Anne Bronte Poem)
You may rejoice to think yourselves secure, You may be grateful for the gift divine, That grace unsought which made ...
Before the Birth of One of Her Children (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
All things within this fading world hath end, Adversity doth still our joys attend; No ties so strong, no friends ...
To A Lady (Lord Byron Poem)
O! had my Fate been join'd with thine, As once this pledge appear'd a token, These follies had not, then, ...
Lara (Lord Byron Poem)
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Epistle To Augusta (Lord Byron Poem)
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
Dream Song 79: Op. posth. no. 2 (John Berryman Poem)
Whence flew the litter whereon he was laid? Of what heroic stuff was warlock Henry made? and questions of that ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
My Dearest Frank, I Wish You Joy (Jane Austen Poem)
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
142. Epistle to Major Logan (Robert Burns Poems)
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
203. Sylvander to Clarinda (Robert Burns Poems)
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair, First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view, He gaz'd, he listened to despair, Alas! 'twas all ...