The Temporary The All (Thomas Hardy Poem)
CHANGE and chancefulness in my flowering youthtime, Set me sun by sun near to one unchosen; Wrought us fellowly, and ...
CHANGE and chancefulness in my flowering youthtime, Set me sun by sun near to one unchosen; Wrought us fellowly, and ...
We are the workers in the fields, the orchards the streets, the squares his workers in God's vineyard the world ...
Not the one sovereign far less than God the creator of heaven and earth Humans he made servants below each ...
The glory of God all around Look about us, see his handiwork the intricacy of the universe the precision, the ...
Listen, see, look The majesty of God look up to the skies a heavenly chorus the handiwork of the creator ...
The eye and the ear, all the senses hear the voice of creation the glory of God revealed, speaking where ...
Powerful, supreme and independent Creator, ruler eternal father, mother, sustainer The one who conjured all from the void in grand ...
A white paper plate, a hole roughly cut out of the middle, with a few haphazardly placed pom poms, in ...
Molded and shaped Specks of the rocks they once were Packed and organized in the buckets Like the seconds of ...
Miss Erica is right looking at the handiwork of the spinster on the loom rich clear lines of silk spun ...
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
(For Harry Clifton) I HAVE heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-bow. Of poets ...
The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night walkers' song After great ...
O woman, you are not merely the handiwork of God, but also of men; these are ever endowing you with ...
By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, Remembering thee, That for ages of agony hast endured, and ...
I deem that there are lyric days So ripe with radiance and cheer, So rich with gratitude and praise That ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages ...
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