The Sick God (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
I O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough - Light in their loving as soldiers can be - ...
the dream of the white bird flying offers a freedom as tasty as nectar how our lips purse to the ...
The sticky mud, slimy mire the troubles, the ways of the world not a permanent sentence forgiven by the Lord ...
Our hands, our feet, clay stuck in the mire, the earthly raised by the potter October 26, 2009 Jeremiah 18:1-10 ...
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain. But never was I far out of sight ...
It is blue-butterfly day here in spring, And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurry There is more unmixed ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
"I am but clay," the sinner plead, Who fed each vain desire. "Not only clay," another said, "But worse, for ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and ...
(Sung, on one night, in the cities, in the darkness.) Come away! Come away! Ye are sober and dull through ...
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and ...
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
WHAT dost thou in that mansion fair? Flit, Galloway, and find Some narrow, dirty, dungeon cave, The picture of thy ...
In early morning twilight, raw and chill, Damp vapours brooding on the barren hill, Through miles of mire in steady ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
LONG life, my Lord, an' health be yours, Unskaithed by hunger'd Highland boors; Lord grant me nae duddie, desperate beggar, ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
NAE heathen name shall I prefix, Frae Pindus or Parnassus; Auld Reekie dings them a' to sticks, For rhyme-inspiring lasses. ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
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