Gracious Rain (Caroline Anne Bowles Southey Poems)
The east wind had whistled for many a day,Sere and wintry, o'er summer's domain;And the sun, muffled up in a ...
The east wind had whistled for many a day,Sere and wintry, o'er summer's domain;And the sun, muffled up in a ...
When Passion week started and JesusCame down to the city, that dayHosannahs burst out at his entryAnd palm leaves were ...
Ah, Death, Death, Death, to thee I make my prayer ! Come, rend me from this dolorous world apart ! ...
Saviour, the world's and mine,Was ever grief like thine!Thou my pain, my curse hast took,All my sins were laid on ...
Darkly, between two worlds, Darkly, impeded; What it might joy at Not seen as needed. Such winsome coils in a ...
In stillest prayers and hours of holy thought Thy spirit, dearest of the Martyr band! Long time hath been with ...
Comfort the sorrowful with watchful eyesIn silence, for the tongue cannot avail.Vex not his wounds with rhetoric, nor the staleWorn ...
Loosener of springs, he died by thee!Softness, not hardness, sent him home;He loved thee—and thou mad'st him freeOf all the ...
Groping back to bed after a piss I part the thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the ...
My stock lies dead and no increase Doth my dull husbandry improve: O let thy graces without cease Drop from ...
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pin rest; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping ...
Scene.--A wide stretch of fallow ground recently sown with wheat, and frozen to iron hardness. Three large birds walking about ...
for a man whose eyes till now were a bed of rock whose hands were drier than deserts the sea's ...
Please master can I touch your cheeck please master can I kneel at your feet please master can I loosen ...
Love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, Never let His words depart. Love Him with your soul and ...
We heard a new shepherd in the quiet of the congregation listening, hanging on each new word our attention held ...
All night the sound had come back again, and again falls this quite, persistent rain. What am I to myself ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
We sail out of season into on oyster-gray wind, over a terrible hardness. Where Dickens crossed with mal de mer ...
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