NUREMBERG (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
Christ himself calling calling to each one of us the table open to all who would come in love None ...
None of us are worthy able only by His grace to come before our Savior to see Him face to ...
Not ours but Christ's the table open by the means of His grace We all may come to Him to ...
We are to praise God in our struggles right here beside us in the journey of our lives Walking with ...
Over the open cup the symbol of his blood poured out for us her hand as His must have been ...
Praise God in our joy Praise God in our sorrow He is our strength whatever comes our way October 2, ...
Christ himself calling calling to each one of us the table open to all who would come October 2, 2010 ...
In You, oh Lord all of our strength to face the day to go where we are sent In You ...
Not my words but Yours the fruits are God's Your victory oh Lord Sing on high praises to our king ...
Not alone in this life God interceding others assisting in our daily journey in times of plenty in times of ...
She invoked his story, his memory, his ministry of the pans washing the pots, the pans of the monastery, humble ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
I say to my woman, "Jeffers was a great poet. think of a title like Be Angry At The Sun. ...
"Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the ...
XX Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we ...
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes ...
By this part of the century few are left who believe in the animals for they are not there in ...
XVII Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son, Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
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