The Book of Hours of Sister Clotilde (Amy Lowell Poem)
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
Poems about grasping (28 Poems)
Picture-Writing (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In those days said Hiawatha, "Lo! how all things fade and perish! From the memory of the old men Pass ...
Excelsior (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ...
Upon a Little Lady Under the Discipline of an Excellent Person. (Anne Killigrew Poem)
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
This Living Hand (John Keats Poem)
This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence ...
Endymion: Book III (John Keats Poem)
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Croquis (William Ernest Henley Poem)
The beach was crowded. Pausing now and then, He groped and fiddled doggedly along, His worn face glaring on the ...
Contentment (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
"Man wants but little here below." LITTLE I ask; my wants are few; I only wish a hut of stone, ...
malvern abbey (Rg Gregory Poem)
the day was as grey as the abbey the light that filtered through the glass had no disturbing shine about ...
Penelope’s Song (Louise Gluck Poems)
Little soul, little perpetually undressed one, Do now as I bid you, climb The shelf-like branches of the spruce tree; ...
Sunflower Sutra (Allen Ginsberg Poem)
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Grasping his cross firmly (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are to be like Jesus submitting to God taking up our cup the bile of sacrifice to take up ...
Because He Is God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So much we should gain from this Christ holy, though of clay because he is God now as then from ...
Knowing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Stopping to ponder for a moment the ultimate gift of Christ descending from heaven knowing his fate his sacrifice his ...
Because He Walked as a Man – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Christ understanding us able to see through our eyes offering his voice before almighty God Our intermediary though holy, of ...
The Depth of Our Understanding (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Grasping, yearning, humbly falling to our knees the depth of our understanding wanted to comprehend the meaning of Lent Christ's ...
With his eyes seeing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
awakening his slumber the pain of his suffering seeing the world, with eyes open to God his sacrifice, his love ...
Fog on the Grass (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Looking to the right, to the left silver lawns, richly blessed loving rain, heavy dew fog resting on the grass, ...
Bold Steps (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His steps were bold, courageous steps blindly trusting, his faith strong able to step out, to walk on the waves ...
Forgive Them (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Forgive them, for they know not what they do Words of the Savior Whose birth we remember just days ago; ...
We, The Living (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
Pinup (Billy Collins Poem)
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
Consolation (Billy Collins Poem)
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
Britannia’s Pastorals (William Browne Poems)
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
The Mother (Lucy Maud Montgomery Poems)
Here I lean over you, small son, sleeping Warm in my arms, And I con to my heart all your ...
Paradise Lost: Book 06 (John Milton Poems)
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
A Little History (David Lehman Poems)
Some people find out they are Jews. They can't believe it. Thy had always hated Jews. As children they had ...
Cruelty and Love (David Herbert Lawrence Poems)
What large, dark hands are those at the window Lifted, grasping in the yellow light Which makes its way through ...