Wanting to be Flames (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A larger, louder response for the question, who wants to be a flame Wanting to be the flames, the Holy ...
A larger, louder response for the question, who wants to be a flame Wanting to be the flames, the Holy ...
I heard an echo of it, as I spoke to a prospective client it was his voice his telephone voice ...
When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine, Warm without Sun, and shady without rain, Fann'd by an air, that ...
Tis true of courage I'm no mistress No Boadicia nor Thalestriss Nor shall I e'er be famed hereafter For such ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Himself it was who wrote His rank, and quartered his own coat. There is no king nor sovereign state That ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,-- Nothing but ...
The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially ...
Let's talk about the weather then, would that help you take your ease? Gossip is so rare from you the ...
HE crawls to the cliff and plays on a brink Where every eye but his own would shrink; No music ...
When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run; Round the earth and ocean blue, His children four ...
1 On Linden, when the sun was low, 2 All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, 3 And dark as winter ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
A place of dryad and hamadryad, there are eyes here by the million. Many divert to watch me. Threatened, they ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
For ever, since my childish looks Could rest on Nature's pictured books; For ever, since my childish tongue Could name ...
XLI I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to ...
Yet, my pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end That I praise thy rareness! Other dogs may be ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
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