Holy Communion (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Father, for Jesus' sake, Low at the footstool of Thy throne, I pray That Thou, into Thine arms of love, ...
Father, for Jesus' sake, Low at the footstool of Thy throne, I pray That Thou, into Thine arms of love, ...
A land without ruins is a land without memories -- a land without memories is a land without history. A ...
LABORARE est orare: We, black-visaged sons of toil, From the coal-mine and the anvil And the delving of the soil,-- ...
IOn immemorial altitudes augustGrief holds her high dominion. Bold the feetThat climb unblenching to that stern retreatWhence, looking down, man ...
O how sweet the glorious message simple faith may claimYesterday, today, forever Jesus is the same.Still He loves to save ...
What is death? 'Tis to be free,No more to love or hope or fear,To join the great equality;All, all alike ...
Go when the morning shineth,Go when the moon is bright,Go when the day declineth,Go in the hush of night.Go with ...
Time was, O Love, when I a vassal knelt,Obedient, at the footstool of thy throne;When all my life was thine--yea, ...
Voltaire, D'Alembert, and Dider?t.Three spirits linking made a triple mind, Then scorning customs shook the stars apart, And but with ...
In her grey majesty of ancient stone She queens it proudly, though the sun's caress Her piteous cheeks, ravished of ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Howe's Final version Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the ...
Breakfast was dad's cheesy eggs that was the urgent request when I posed the question of what they wanted to ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
Morning, evening, noon and night, ``Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal ...
Man mortal, and God eternal A mournful song at a funeral. Through every age, eternal God, Thou art our rest, ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
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