The Cockney Soul (Henry Lawson Poem)
From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand, Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent soul ...
From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand, Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent soul ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
the way loss seeps into neck hollows and curls at temples sits between front teeth cavity empty and waiting for ...
For every bird there is this last migration; Once more the cooling year kindles her heart; With a warm passage ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
One hour devoted to the pursuit of Beauty And Love is worth a full century of glory Given by the ...
The words of remembrance crackling on the radio as person after person reliving those memories Mourning again not feeling real ...
The scripture calling us to be salt to remember the earth from whence our bodies come To be a light ...
Coming to our savior coming on our knees humbly, as a sinner approaching the rugged cross Knowing our stain that ...
The sorrow of Saturday defeated, dejected the disciples mourning the death of the Christ Not believing, not really the promise ...
The altar draped in ashes and sackcloth the lights dimmed as the sky was that day All of creation crying ...
In confessing his sin his humble estate coming before God knowing he should die In ashes and sackcloth mourning our ...
The words, the rhythms the vibrations in the music shimmering in my soul words of the student power in these ...
The Cross, the Christ our stumbling block, our stone in the road challenging our love of self of the world, ...
The words, the colors, the music cascading over me, a wonder of imagery the magic of radio notes drifting in ...
Are we advantaged by knowing what they did not know? Those eleven disciples in despair that Saturday morn' Their master, ...
Easter morning, oh Easter morning We praise you Father, God in heaven for that morning, when our sackcloth, our mourning ...
I am alone on my porch, in the rain. Nightfall is closing in. Now, the island is lonely. The world ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
"I've been having these awful dreams, each a little different, though the core's the same- we're walking in a field, ...
I The other night I had a dream, most clear And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And ...
Let me but live my life from year to year, With forward face and unreluctant soul; Not hurrying to, nor ...
Oh my black soul! now art thou summoned By sickness, death's herald, and champion; Thou art like a pilgrim, which ...
On Tiber's banks, Tiber, whose waters glide In slow meanders down to Gaigra's side; And circling all the horrid mountain ...
A prisoner in a dungeon deep Sat musing silently; His head was rested on his hand, His elbow on his ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
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