Sunday (George Herbert Poem)
O day most calm, most bright The fruit of this, the next world's bud, Th'endorsement of supreme delight, Writ by ...
O day most calm, most bright The fruit of this, the next world's bud, Th'endorsement of supreme delight, Writ by ...
If as the winds and waters here below Do fly and flow, My sighs and tears as busy were above; ...
One silent night of late, When every creature rested, Came one unto my gate, And knocking, me molested. Who's that, ...
what's that i'm awake a bang like a door or a foot knocking a chair who's there tense i lie ...
[Goethe began to write an opera called Lowenstuhl, founded upon the old tradition which forms the subject of this Ballad, ...
A life changed forever a life turned to grace feeling you with me I called out to you in the ...
The door opened by the victory of Christ the rising of the sacrifice giving me a new life Knocking on ...
Struggling still in my life trying to find my way yet more at peace in this trying every day Wandering, ...
Falling to our knees humbly before our savior as children seeking knocking on the doorframe our petitions to our God ...
In our journey on the earth we are given choices many forks along our path many opportunities God ever knocking ...
Needing to begin again as we are losing a generation shutting the door to them without our conscious thinking unable ...
Pray without ceasing for discernment, wisdom guidance for our day to day in our walk in this life Seek God's ...
Maybe this is the best summary the sin that Job carried righteous in his own eyes - by his works ...
Approached by the master using his boat unlike the crowd upon the shore seeking Jesus out Humble before Jesus aware ...
Christ at the door of our hearts knocking that he may come in to enter and sit with us to ...
I thought myself indeed secure, So fast the door, so firm the lock; But, lo! he toddling comes to lure ...
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
You've 'eard 'ow young Albert Ramsbottom, In the Zoo up at Blackpool one year, With a stick and 'orse's 'ead ...
I'll tell you the tale of an old country pub As fancied itself up to date, It had the word ...
When I had money, money, O! I knew no joy till I went poor; For many a false man as ...
Rather arid delight If Contentment accrue Make an abstemious Ecstasy Not so good as joy -- But Rapture's Expense Must ...
Just so -- Jesus -- raps -- He -- doesn't weary -- Last -- at the Knocker -- And first ...
At least -- to pray -- is left -- is left -- Oh Jesus -- in the Air -- I ...
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh ...
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
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