The Advent Wreath (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A circle of wire, of wood, of metal garland of ivy, of fir, of holly, of poinsettias unending love, stages ...
A circle of wire, of wood, of metal garland of ivy, of fir, of holly, of poinsettias unending love, stages ...
That which no man could witness God's glory, his very face revealed, God's radiance his love made flesh made human, ...
The new candle tarts, ready for the winter season shared by the shopper yesterday, the fruits of her labor, presented ...
A dab of glue A sprig of fir A bit of ribbon Craft fair at home. A perfect present, Knick ...
Algae, moss and lichen Up above the trees Granite, quartz and mica Cleared by the breeze Running down the spine ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE CITY had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
Whirl up, sea- Whirl your pointed pines. Splash your great pines On our rocks. Hurl your green over us- Cover ...
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today -- Further than that -- Nor stop to play with the ...
To help our Bleaker Parts Salubrious Hours are given Which if they do not fir for Earth Drill silently for ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
Tell me about the train that people say got buried By the avalanche--was it snow?--It was In Colorado, and no ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
AMANG the trees, where humming bees, At buds and flowers were hinging, O, Auld Caledon drew out her drone, And ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
How sweet I roam'd from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride 'Til the prince of love beheld ...
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