Dual Citizens (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her sermon, speaking on justification by the law, by grace spoke of our dual citizenship, our dual nature, dual heirs ...
Her sermon, speaking on justification by the law, by grace spoke of our dual citizenship, our dual nature, dual heirs ...
How fast the bloom fades the flower falls to dust the petal shrivel, detach drop to the hungry ground reclaiming ...
Housefly housefly little mouse of a house fly sitting on the Queen's Anne's Lace looking no more out of place ...
Smell the bold colors, Rich in my nostrils, Illuminated on the branches before me as I drive. Low sunlight piercing ...
A mat of green, burgundy, and brown Covered the skin of the once open water Of the marsh, cut off ...
Weathered and worn But oh so proudly The old barn preened in the summer Mid-day sun He had seen her ...
A range of mountains Hues of plum, rose, and rust hover above the terrestrial hills cloaked in winter's gray, brown, ...
It was the Rainbow gave thee birth, And left thee all her lovely hues; And, as her mother's name was ...
Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content, Thou knowest of no strange continent; Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep A gentle motion ...
Pursuing you in your transitions, In other Motes -- Of other Myths Your requisition be. The Prism never held the ...
Before you thought of Spring Except as a Surmise You see -- God bless his suddenness -- A Fellow in ...
Thank you Ambrose for the kitchen door ajar, a sign your friendship never closed on me, an amity extended from ...
Resurgent greens and stronger hues combined within the colours in-between will spring again, the reddish brown has nearly gone and ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Since all, that beat about in Nature's range, Or veer or vanish ; why should'st thou remain The only constant ...
Song (Act V, scene i) And this place our forefathers made for man ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
IF chance some pensive stranger, hither led, His bosom glowing from majestic views, The gorgeous dome, or the proud landscape's ...
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
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