Rent My Heart (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I rent my heart torn in the moment not my clothes not just the surface my life torn my heart ...
Poems about garments (31 Poems)
Not Our Clothes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Rent our hearts not our clothes hidden from the world known to God Open our hearts ripped from the world ...
Rend Your Heart (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not in ashes or sack cloth not in torn garments only God calling to us to rend our hearts to ...
To the Least (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
From out of her poverty, out of her gifts the least found clothes, caring, warmth Her hands, aged, widowed hands ...
Transfiguration – haiku (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Shimmering garments whiter than humans hands make washed holy, pure September 5, 2008 written at the Agape Café coffeehouse Wesley ...
Clothed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Magnificent fabric flowing, translucent, shimmering, radiant such are the garments of the plants of creation, the wings of the butterfly, ...
Daily Needs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Do not focus on your daily needs, on the cares of tomorrow focus on the love of God Serve the ...
The Petition for an Absolute Retreat (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
In a Vale (Robert Frost Poem)
WHEN I was young, we dwelt in a vale By a misty fen that rang all night, And thus it ...
The Vain King (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
Through lane it lay — through bramble (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Through lane it lay -- through bramble -- Through clearing and through wood -- Banditti often passed us Upon the ...
Eclogues (Thomas Chatterton Poem)
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
THE TABLE IN A RESTAURANT (Bhaskar Roy Barman Poem)
Bhaskar Roy Barman The moment I close my eyes in meditation on the unfathomable I visualize golden fleeces of cloud ...
Trespassers (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
When Love and I drew softly nigh And gazed in modest Chloe's eye We saw reflected there in part The ...
The Constellations (William Cullen Bryant Poem)
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
Spirit (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Be still, thou unregenerate part, Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vow'd (and so will do) Thee ...
The Flesh and the Spirit (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
In secret place where once I stood Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood, I heard two sisters reason on ...
TO A BROWN BEGGAR-MAID (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
Inferno Canto03 (Dante Alighieri Poem)
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
The Song of Callicles (Matthew Arnold Poem)
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Song of Callicles, The (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Apollo Musagetes (Matthew Arnold Poem)
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Insufficiency (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
When I attain to utter forth in verse Some inward thought, my soul throbs audibly Along my pulses, yearning to ...
Aurora Leigh (excerpts) (Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems)
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
The Book of Thel (William Blake Poems)
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
The French Revolution (excerpt) (William Blake Poems)
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
To Spring (William Blake Poems)
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon ...
French Revolution, The (excerpt) (William Blake Poems)
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...