Providence (George Herbert Poem)
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
All this was written on the next day's list. On which the busyness unfurled its cursive roots, pale but effective, ...
The rose shears moving quickly I gathered the sprigs of lilacs from all over the yard Moving quickly to gather ...
The lilacs illumined in the morning sun hard to describe the color so soft, finely spun Blue, not purple like ...
Oh, thank heaven, no, really, thank heaven that we are justified by grace, not as an excuse, or a get ...
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
Oh, quick to feel the lightest touch Of beauty or of truth, Rich in the thoughtfulness of age, The hopefulness ...
I like to hear of wealth and gold, And El Doradoes in their glory; I like for silks and satins ...
Britannia needs no Boulevards, No spaces wide and gay: Her march was through the crooked streets Along the narrow way. ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
Oh! Mr. Best, you're very bad And all the world shall know it; Your base behaviour shall be sung By ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
In praise of Eliza, Queen of the Shepherds SEE where she sits upon the grassie greene, (O seemely sight!) Yclad ...
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my ...
Beautiful Loch Katrine in all thy majesty so grand, Oh! how charming and fascinating is thy silver strand! Thou certainly ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
(AN ECHO FROM A LARGER LYRE.) That was love that I had before Years ago, when my heart was young; ...
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