The Earth (Navarre Scott Momaday Poems)
Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind uponthe remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give ...
Once in his life a man ought to concentrate his mind uponthe remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give ...
I do not think that skies and meadows areMoral, or that the fixture of a starComes of a quiet spirit, ...
"'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun,If that hypothesis of theirs be sound'Said Ida; 'let us down and ...
O ponder well, ye serving Maids, The doleful Tale I sing: Learn how disastrous 'tis to wear Too high your ...
He was obviously English, in his Harris tweeds and stockings.And his accent was of Oxford, and his swagger and his ...
When I was a boy at college, Filling up with classic knowledge, Frequently I wondered why Old Professor Demas ...
THE Sunday morn was fresh and clear,The Sunday bells rang cheerly out,The old New England church was nearAnd welcomed faith ...
I LAY on that rock where the storms have their dwelling, The birthplace of phantoms, the home of the ...
When any man of greater pow'r you seeInvested with the robes of dignity,In honour's gaudiest, gayest liveryDreaded by all, whose ...
The grace of our savior deposited in our hearts invested in us that we would grow in our faith The ...
Not to be hidden under a bushel upon a lamp stand into their hearts The grace we are given gifts ...
Our church family, our community gathered, took time off, pondered our freedom, on the anniversary our Declaration of Independence when ...
We gathered, took time off, pondered our freedom, on the anniversary our Declaration of Independence when we dissolved the political ...
Brown lived at such a lofty farm That everyone for miles could see His lantern when he did his chores ...
None who saw it ever told it 'Tis as hid as Death Had for that specific treasure A departing breath ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
When Chewed-ear Jenkins got hitched up to Guinneyveer McGee, His flowin' locks, ye recollect, wuz frivolous an' free; But in ...
STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander Far from the commoner way; Old-time trills and falls ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
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