The Jewish Cemetery at Newport (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
This is the place. Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy Past The ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
By the well of Jacob Christ sat to rest tired by his journey but offering her a drink the well ...
The Rich Man deflated staring at his poverty crushed in the realization that he could not follow Christ there before ...
As with the ancient people those of the descendants of Abraham, of Jacob the flock of David We would know ...
A foretaste of promise of the rising of a people the children of Abraham bearing fruit for the kingdom From ...
Trembling at the altar the gates of eternity as Jacob before Esau some day each of us shall be Aware ...
We all, through our faith children, with Isaac, with Jacob with Christ, the same all descendants of Abraham the father ...
Like Abraham, like Isaac, like Jacob, even like Moses God's gift to us our hope like theirs a promise of ...
In my faith, my tradition one path, Christ the way, the narrow gate atoning for sin an offering, the lamb ...
Struggling, wrestling with God this flawed patriarch, Jacob, stealing a birthright, usurper Holding on for a blessing, a blessing from ...
A fall on the ice, two plus year ago a concave spot, in my left hip, where it once was ...
Brothers killing brothers, fighting brothers, hating each other for minor things, petty differences selfish desires, cheap greed, anger, position, power ...
A people waiting, hoping, believing in their covenant with God with the many blessings given by God by the hope ...
Praying in the wilderness, a metaphor for the prayers of the people chosen by God, the children of Abraham, of ...
Wrestling with God, no that didn't get Jacob too far just a pain in the hip he carried the rest ...
I am weak; thank you God for my humility, for the impediment to my vanity, that forces me to rely ...
Our life is a fire dampened, or a fire shut up in stone. --Jacob Boehme, De Incarnatione Verbi Outside everything ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me, For I have ...
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard -- Till morning ...
What various hindrances we meet In coming to a mercy seat! Yet who that knows the worth of prayer, But ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably A trick that everyone abhors In little girls is slamming doors. A ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all alone Upon the sacred cliffs above the sky. God and the angels, and ...
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