The Purse-Seine (Robinson Jeffers Poem)
Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon; daylight or moonlight They could not tell where ...
Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon; daylight or moonlight They could not tell where ...
My window shews the travelling clouds, Leaves spent, new seasons, alter'd sky, The making and the melting crowds: The whole ...
I am utterly incapable when I go on my own unable to accomplish the goals on my own Trusting in ...
Stand in the storms of life resolute, defiant confident in the promise of God to never leave us to stand ...
Our prayer of confession so different from Christ failing to be faithful though he paid our price going to the ...
We are to strive confident in the future the rest of the story known only to God Persevere in adversity ...
Our finest hour when we recognize the challenges the struggles in life and stand firm in the Lord In the ...
Our futures wrapped in his arms our hope secure so why do we walk as if we were wrapped in ...
In story after story, they didn't exactly shine with great understanding, of the mystery unfolding around them, in their midst, ...
The name of the sermon the point of the message was "Our Highest Ideal" but it was the underlying subtext ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
Melissa: I've still rever'd your Order as Divine; And when I see unblemish'd Virtue ...
PREFACE If---and the thing is wildly possible---the charge of writing nonsense were ever brought against the author of this brief ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
The conclusion is growing . . . I feel sure, my lord, this august court will entertain the plea Not ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus ...
for Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what ...
Oh, let it be a night of lyric rain And singing breezes, when my bell is tolled. I have so ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You know what work ...
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