Standing in the Mob (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Flames fanned by the leaders maybe a few palms greased coins to instigate the crowd to frenzy crying for his ...
Flames fanned by the leaders maybe a few palms greased coins to instigate the crowd to frenzy crying for his ...
Where were the hosannahs that rang out five days before there before Pilate the crowd calling for his blood Christ, ...
A fitting sky this morning the story continuing not bright and sunny like yesterday The sky dark and foreboding clouds ...
in the frenzy, the motion the maddening pace lost in the season the reason for Advent Christ forgotten in our ...
If only this year could be a reflective Advent a time of peace, within our spirits spending time with family ...
How could they not notice, his star in the night how much like us they must have truly been unable ...
insanity, madness, beyond all reason the consumer society on full overload the turning, away from the world lost in the ...
Sacrificed on the altar, the theology of progress chasing after the newest thing Sabbath rest, the trusting, the faith sleep ...
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run; Round the earth and ocean blue, His children four ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
I have lain in the sun I have toil'd as I might, I have thought as I would, And now ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thought, ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Always for the first time Hardly do I know you by sight You return at some hour of the night ...
Remember him, whom Passion's power Severely---deeply---vainly proved: Remember thou that dangerous hour, When neither fell, though both were loved. That ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
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