The Soldier (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
Yes. Why do we ?ll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless Our redcoats, our tars? Both these being, the ...
Yes. Why do we ?ll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless Our redcoats, our tars? Both these being, the ...
So winter closed its fist And got it stuck in the pump. The plunger froze up a lump In its ...
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pin rest; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping ...
ONE day a shameless and impudent wight Went into a shop full of steel wares bright, Arranged with art upon ...
I -- A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under ...
In the disquiet of our spirit when we know we cannot handle the struggles of this life alone reaching out ...
His grace alone sufficient our only hope in him otherwise the struggles more than we can handle walking here on ...
Not to our own desires turning instead to the Lord strength in our weakness when temptation is at our door ...
Not wanting to believe awful truth before me words in the upper room too hard to handle his prayers in ...
They gather every week some of our neighbors to eat at our table; but how many more would come to ...
Pushing from shore the crowds pressing trying to get close to touch the cloak of Jesus to be near to ...
Oh Job, what were you thinking calling out the creator in anger and righteousness demanding of our God Be careful ...
Each day, every day enough trouble on its own why carry more than we can handle when tomorrow can wait ...
The paddle and I Out in the middle of The churning lake. The wind pushed the bow Turning me around. ...
I've known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted ax behind me. But that was in the ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in me bears up like stone, beneath some ritual I see: the blinding axe swings up, ...
There's a whisper down the line at 11.39 When the Night Mail's ready to depart, Saying "Skimble where is Skimble ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
How many times these low feet staggered -- Only the soldered mouth can tell -- Try -- can you stir ...
It took several hours. There were spaces in the cookware of which no one was aware, save the poet. The ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
A short direction To avoid dejection, By variations In occupations, And prolongation Of relaxation, And combinations Of recreations, And disputation ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, Sea foam splashed against the rock, Not a single ...
I walked into the night-club in the morning; There was kummel on the handle of the door. The ashtrays were ...
Saint Peter stood, at Heaven's gate, All souls claims to adjudicate Saying to some souls, "Enter in!" "Go to Hell," ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
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