Forgetful Children (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How soon they forget, when the watchful eye of the parent, the babysitter is turned from their gaze; how soon ...
How soon they forget, when the watchful eye of the parent, the babysitter is turned from their gaze; how soon ...
A loving father, sad for the rebellion, the distance between himself and his children, sad for their defiance, their forgetting, ...
Mine, it is mine, give me what is mine. How often hear that, say that, whether in word or in ...
They were reaping the breach, the wrong they did their God The breach the worship, the communion with other Gods, ...
canaries in the mineshaft modern signs, metaphors, harbingers the web on the brink corals in decline icecaps melting deserts growing ...
A travelogue of a busy apostle forgetting to mention what would seem a significant moment a resurrection, after all doesn't ...
Little and big secrets silence, unsharing from shame, for protection blank spots in the telling of our story Carved off ...
Though skilled in Latin and in Greek, And earning fifty cents a week, Such knowledge, and the income, too, Should ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust, But still lies ...
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not ...
He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled, That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust, But still lies ...
Joe Dunn were a bobby for football He gave all his time to that sport, He played for the West ...
IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered -- Safer not to know -- Miseries of conjecture ...
We send the Wave to find the Wave -- An Errand so divine, The Messenger enamored too, Forgetting to return, ...
I'd rather recollect a setting Than own a rising sun Though one is beautiful forgetting -- And true the other ...
The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea -- Forgets her own locality -- As I -- toward Thee -- She ...
If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot. And if to ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
The impact of a dollar upon the heart Smiles warm red light, Sweeping from the hearth rosily upon the white ...
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Walking along the corridors of imagination, free and alone forever, as when he was and didn't know he was a ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Peoples of the world, together Join to serve the common cause! So it feeds us all for ever See to ...
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