Baby Tortoise (David Herbert Lawrence Poem)
You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by ...
You know what it is to be born alone, Baby tortoise! The first day to heave your feet little by ...
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded. Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from far. Ivory their outposts were--the ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Why so timid worried about tomorrow enough to worry cares of today But living as if believing differently, with confidence ...
Living differently because we believe strengthened by the Spirit indwelling in our hearts Victoriously, courageously following our master feeling his ...
God's love nothing can overcome love greater than forces in heaven on earth, or below God's love protecting us redeeming ...
Redeemed by our savior brought back to him made right before God protected by his love Like a blanket surrounding ...
The psalmist spoke of God as our fortress a place of refuge when our enemies are about How much more ...
God's love abiding steeling our very lives stronger than our enemies the forces here below A fortress in our hearts ...
Terror found us today Asleep, unaware Complacent We were Invincible Immune The Atlantic The Pacific Firewalls, protectors No longer Ostrich ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war's alarms. Hark, a ...
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
How I have felt that thing that's called 'to part', and feel it still: a dark, invincible, cruel something by ...
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
OH how comely it is and how reviving To the Spirits of just men long opprest! When God into the ...
Human reason is beautiful and invincible. No bars, no barbed wire, no pulping of books, No sentence of banishment can ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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