The Moon and the Dead (General George S Patton Jnr Poems)
The road of the battle languished,The hate from the guns was still,While the moon rose up from a smoke cloud,And ...
The road of the battle languished,The hate from the guns was still,While the moon rose up from a smoke cloud,And ...
_Magnify Him, Al-Kaiyum; and so call The "Self-subsisting" God who judgeth all_. When the trumpet shall sound, ...
I.WEEP not for him that dieth-- For he sleeps, and is at rest; And the couch whereon he lieth Is ...
The pen falls from his nerveless hand, The light is fading from his eyes,The brain that nobly served his ...
If one might live ten years among the leaves,Ten-only ten-of all a life's long day,Who would not choose a childhood ...
In spite of war, in spite of death,In spite of all man's sufferings,Something within me laughs and singsAnd I must ...
Night of the Tomb! He has entered thy portal;Silence of Death! He is wrapped in thy shade;All of the gifted ...
At evening once, the lowly men who lovedOur Master were found desolate, and grievedFor Him whose eyes had been the ...
Once far from God and dead in sin,No light my heart could see;But in God's Word the light I found,Now ...
Spring, summer, autumn, winter,Come duly, as of old;Winds blow, suns set, and morning saith,"Ye hills, put on your gold."The song ...
Our hearts on a future focused on heaven alone where our savior liveth seated on the throne There he is ...
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
Belov'd of all to whom that Muse is dear Who hid her spirit of rapture from the Greek, Whereby our ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
There is a thing that nothing is, A foolish wanton, sober wise; It hath noe wings, noe eyes, noe eares, ...
Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers. Let Shedeur ...
When from my fumbling hand the tired pen falls, And in the twilight weary droops my head; While to my ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
Love is enough: cherish life that abideth, Lest ye die ere ye know him, and curse and misname him; For ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
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