The Alchemist in the City (Gerard Manley Hopkins Poem)
My window shews the travelling clouds, Leaves spent, new seasons, alter'd sky, The making and the melting crowds: The whole ...
My window shews the travelling clouds, Leaves spent, new seasons, alter'd sky, The making and the melting crowds: The whole ...
Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, "Speak to us of Pleasure." And ...
Ancient words of prophecy foretelling his birth the lowly virgin the town where he lay The village of his heritage ...
A piece of our faith our heritage, our beliefs in each flickering flame one of our saints who went before ...
The old, old boards chipped, splintered weathered white fading to gray the flame, the cross the words of our welcome ...
Something different, set apart, special this single room in the house, a sanctuary, a refuge a place where the spirit, ...
All my heritage, my lineage, my works all my life, my training, all of it, my pedigree. my proofs of ...
So right to honor, to pay tribute to thank them, before Pentecost before the joining of new members so noble ...
Oh to be like John, John Wesley our founder, the beginning of the faith to see the miners, the men ...
They are downstairs, away from my office romping and shouting, in the living room I hear their squeals, their play, ...
He was so right echoing in my mind in the sanctuary in the power of words, especially the power to ...
A desk became a portal a keyhole to the past hiding a secret uncovering another a family fact unknown to ...
Sneakers of mud Squish between my toes Move to the music Unhinge my spine Rain upon me Don't have a ...
Reverend Brown told me some of the stories the history of these hallowed grounds Where generations pitched their tents around ...
Wisdom, discernment precious gifts, a heritage, a grounding a life worth living when these are the callings of the heart ...
Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and whisper, Where the ...
I love the church: its labara, its silver vessels, its candleholders, the lights, the ikons, the pulpit. Whenever I go ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
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