Blondel (Clarence Urmy Poems)
"WITHIN my heart I long have kept A little chamber cleanly swept, Embroidered with a fleur-de-lis, And lintel boughs of ...
"WITHIN my heart I long have kept A little chamber cleanly swept, Embroidered with a fleur-de-lis, And lintel boughs of ...
The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, ...
DEAR , peaceful cottage! o'er whose humble thatchThe dewy moss has velvet verdure spread;Once more, with trem'lous hands thy ready ...
Here meet together the prefiguring dayAnd day prefigured. "Eating, thou shalt stand,Feet shod, loins girt, thy road-staff in thine hand,With ...
Black drips the ooze that you secrete on allThat Honour's burin graves or Love holds dear:At sacrifice you laugh, at ...
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, ...
The capstone of the gate under the stone of the lintel the rejected one of the nations a light unto ...
The blood of the lamb spirit, life, eternal life spread on the lintels of our hearts marking us, a chosen ...
Blood shed in fulfillment, willingly spilled for us spread blood of the lamb Blood on the lintels, the threshold, the ...
'A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a ...
THE HOUSE The cornerstone in Truth is laid, The guardian walls of Honour made, The roof of Faith is built ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
A woman I have never seen before Steps from the darkness of her town-house door At just that crux of ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
The heavenly bay, ringed round with cliffs and moors, Storm-stained ravines, and crags that lawns inlay, Soothes as with love ...
Three gentlemen live close beside me -- A painter of pictures bizarre, A poet whose virtues might guide me, A ...
The horizons ring me like faggots, Tilted and disparate, and always unstable. Touched by a match, they might warm me, ...
God knows how our neighbor managed to breed His great sow: Whatever his shrewd secret, he kept it hid In ...
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