Divina Commedia (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
Even when words failed me when words would not come when my cries my moans, in pain the ache of ...
How well I know the moaning, the pain opening my heart hours in the pew kneeling bowed low Crying out ...
A whisper in my spirit not audible, but so real the comfort of my Savior whispering to me a silent ...
In my despair aware of my poverty my sin washing over me falling, falling from deep within the pit I ...
In God alone the center of our hope seek him ever ye children of the king Great is his faithfulness ...
Turn from the world from the sins of this age from false idols our wanderings; return to the Lord Turn ...
From the pit, from exile from a distant land from the depth of my sin you lift me on high ...
The springs of his love the depths of his mercies new each day heeding our petitions our cries in our ...
Tending the soil sowing the seeds, seeking you our lamps always full expectantly waiting on God Not knowing what will ...
God's abiding presence giving us comfort peace in the tumult waves crashing on shore Only sensing him when we seek ...
Lamentations, petitions to God for those who lose faith, doubt doubt the hand of God, over their lives feeling lost, ...
Where is the thread The need to be on point Playing when I should be reading Looking for more sources ...
(THE TALE) Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing-- Under my tree where I sit ...
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
Nicky said I couldn't write, she's got a charming sense of social etiquette - given she's a bitch (the canine ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
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