Earth’s Question (Bessie Rayner Parkes Poems)
TO lead a life divine? This is the question which, with upward strife, Earth to herself proposes, asking ever, "How ...
TO lead a life divine? This is the question which, with upward strife, Earth to herself proposes, asking ever, "How ...
Whither was it that my spirit wended When from thee my fleeting shadow moved?Is not now each earthly conflict ended? ...
Now from the dust of half-forgotten things,You rise to haunt me at the year's Spring- cleaning,And ...
One, dressed in purple and linen,Sat at his ease, in state;The other, a leprous beggar,Lay at the rich man's gate:Dainty ...
White faces turn to us again Sad eyes from out their veils of clay:Strength stricken low, and hopeless pain, ...
1903 Lived a woman wonderful, (May the Lord amend her!) Neither simple, kind, nor true, But her Pagan beauty drew ...
My window shews the travelling clouds, Leaves spent, new seasons, alter'd sky, The making and the melting crowds: The whole ...
If but some vengeful god would call to me From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing, Know that ...
Do we mourn even for the death of evil of a person bent on our destruction How can we be ...
Able to walk as a child of God through the strength of Christ leading me on the journey wearing his ...
Like the townspeople complicit in his stoning in this day and age we need to wear the hair shirt ashes ...
Not corporate worship, not time meted out personal sabbath rest, this is what we must find owning the sabbath meaningful ...
ours are the hands who held his wrists the crowd screaming to crucify our sin the nails driven into his ...
More than making the most the best of a bad situation No this was more than that This was a ...
We see the end, the exile, the fall of the Kingdom, in the judgment of God, meted out in the ...
Paneled walls, formal distances, raised dais bifurcated space, Hatfields and McCoys, bride and groom Peculiar pews, wide oak masculine pews, ...
Study, argue, think Lawyers share common bonds with Artists How novel, how strange These seven boxes of time and space ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
Whither was it that my spirit wended When from thee my fleeting shadow moved? Is not now each earthly conflict ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me ...
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