The Boston Athenaeum (Amy Lowell Poem)
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
SMOOTHLY and lightly the golden seed by the furrow is cover'd; Yet will a deeper one, friend, cover thy bones ...
THE soul of man Resembleth water: From heaven it cometh, To heaven it soareth. And then again To earth descendeth, ...
When man had ceased to utter his lament, A god then let me tell my tale of sorrow. WHAT hope ...
KLOPSTOCK would lead us away from Pindus; no longer for laurel May we be eager--the homely acorn alone must content ...
Shining like the maples brightly in autumn the greens transformed in colors of the rainbow singing joyously praises to the ...
We must be happy putting on our best smile coming together as children as servants of our God Joyously coming ...
We must be happy putting on our best smile coming together as children as servants of our God Joyously coming ...
In the crowded waiting room a question about our faith talking about her ministry and the blessings I have known ...
Sharing our faith the joy of his fulfillment a witness to the ascension singing praises to God His rising, defeating ...
no place in the inn no room for them the savior of the earth born in a borrowed stable laid ...
not merely out of our abundance the bounty beyond our needs giving joyously, ever out of our hearts, our care ...
Our best, all we are offered up to the Lord our worship worthy when our best is what we give ...
Joyously, with wonder, awe aware of their moment the urgings of their spirits moving together, one body one community, living ...
Sharing, joyously the words of scripture truth about God, man the melody and the words all of our hearts alive ...
Whirling, spinning jumping, leaping up into the chancel singling, silently with the song on grace. Joining us into worship bringing ...
real-time writing, what I see how I feel, what I hear the magic revealed by the girls the wonder of ...
So many stories, many of pain on the faces, in the eyes, the furtive eyes, the postures, the countenance of ...
WHEN Francis (named the first) o'er Frenchmen reign'd, In Italy young Arthur laurels gained, And oft such daring valour showed ...
The trees in the garden rained flowers. Children ran there joyously. They gathered the flowers Each to himself. Now there ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
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