A Glimpse of Faith (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His tremulous voice body trembling; but a spirit filled, steeled giving us a glimpse of faith of a surety that ...
His tremulous voice body trembling; but a spirit filled, steeled giving us a glimpse of faith of a surety that ...
I saw thee weep---the big bright tear Came o'er that eye of blue; And then methought it did appear A ...
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and ...
TURN again, thou fair Eliza! Ae kind blink before we part; Rue on thy despairing lover, Can'st thou break his ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
In my land and yours they do hit the hay and sleep the whole night in a similar way. There's ...
I'm waiting for my friend. The gate's unlocked. The banisters are lit so he can walk. I'm waiting for my ...
To-night ungather'd let us leave This laurel, let this holly stand: We live within the stranger's land, And strangely falls ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
He held no dream worth waking; so he said, He who stands now on death's triumphal steep, Awakened out of ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
Put in the sickles and reap; For the morning of harvest is red, And the long large ranks of the ...
I. Dead and gone, the days we had together, Shadow-stricken all the lights that shone Round them, flown as flies ...
Oft as by chance, a little while apart The pall of empty, loveless hours withdrawn, Sweet Beauty, opening on the ...
Florence, rejoice! For thou o'er land and sea So spread'st thy pinions that the fame of thee Hath reached no ...
OH, be not led away, Lured by the colour of the sun-rich day. The gay romance of song Unto the ...
IN the black pool of the midnight Lu has slung the morning star, And its foam in rippling silver whitens ...
IT'S a lonely road through bogland to the lake at Carrowmore, And a sleeper there lies dreaming where the water ...
Born of a thoroughbred English race, Well proportioned and closely knit, Neat, slim figure and handsome face, Always ready and ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
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