Awakening Wall (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Driving in the fall 'morn, light filtering into the clearing wood; I spied a wall awakening from its slumber, no ...
Driving in the fall 'morn, light filtering into the clearing wood; I spied a wall awakening from its slumber, no ...
I want to erase your footprints from my walls. Each pillow is thick with your reasons. Omens fill the sidewalk ...
Words of a poem should be glass But glass so simple-subtle its shape Is nothing but the shape of what ...
A little bit of fool in me Hides behind my inmost tree And pops into the narrow path I walk ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy-- Put dat music book away; What's de use to keep on tryin'? Ef ...
We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-- This debt we pay ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
IF when the sun at noon displays His brighter rays, Thou but appear, He then, all pale with shame and ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its Immortality! I ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon ...
The Saviour hides His face; My spirit thirsts to prove Renew'd supplies of pardoning grace, And never-fading love. The favor'd ...
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
I painted her a gushing thing, With years about a score; I little thought to find they were A least ...
'Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track, And gone to its nest is the wren, And the ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river And the flags where the butter-bump hides in forever; Farewell to ...
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
Now as an angler melancholy standing Upon a green bank yielding room for landing, A wriggling yellow worm thrust on ...
The girt woak tree that's in the dell ! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' ...
The girt woak tree that's in the dell ! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' ...
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