Lead Soldiers (Amy Lowell Poem)
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Safe within the wings of God protected from my enemies hidden from the jeers of men turning close to him ...
No cries of hosanna no hail to the king palm boughs not waving no sound of singing greeting the Lord ...
In the beginning, creation the Godhead together, triune and one, together after the fall, covenants to save the people, the ...
in the stillness of the sanctuary my head bowed in prayer, but still I could see your cross, beams of ...
We were the whip, the jeers, the scourging, the mocking of the soldiers bringing shame, pain, humiliation to the savior, ...
We were the nails, hammered into his body we were the wood of the cross, the weight of the shame ...
He was but a bit player, or so the story has been told a simple, pious man, Father of God, ...
Lips crimson with the blood of sacrifice - No they don't understand the legacy they are asking to carry the ...
To view his stately Walks and Groves, A Man of Pow'r and Place Was hast'ning on; but as he roves, ...
NO better Dog e'er kept his Master's Door Than honest Snarl, who spar'd nor Rich nor Poor; But gave the ...
Were I not a patriot, which of course I am, I would explain just how the term remains a sticking ...
The events of September 11th 2001 remain bitter sweet; as well as 2973 innocents confirmed dead (with their 19 terrorist ...
And you will claim we need more births to keep our population mix in check while nature's truths suggest there ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
"Deny your God!" they ringed me with their spears; Blood-crazed were they, and reeking from the strife; Hell-hot their hate, ...
Time, the Jester, jeers at you; Your life's a fleeting breath; Your birthday's flimsy I.O.U. To that old devil, Death. ...
What guts he had, the Dago lad Who fought that Frenchman grim with guile; For nigh an hour they milled ...
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