The Forsaken (Amy Lowell Poem)
Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I am very weary. I have come from a village miles away, ...
Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I am very weary. I have come from a village miles away, ...
I He bends his travel-tarnished feet To where she wastes in clay: From day-dawn until eve he fares Along the ...
(at a Cathedral Service) THAT from this bright believing band An outcast I should be, That faiths by which my ...
AN INDIAN LEGEND. (MAHADEVA is one of the numerous ...
Not begging for crumbs no longer an outcast shouting, leaping, jumping for joy healed, physically, spiritually in the name of ...
His witness, his life amazing the crowd, the congregation Transformed, a beggar outcast by the gate Entering His courts the ...
Boldly acting, without fear a stranger, on the dangerous road stopping, making himself vulnerable reaching out to the man lying, ...
A Samaritan on the Jericho Road an outcast, unwanted, finding a Jew, bleeding, dying on the way forgiving the hurt, ...
Out of the crowd, in the busy market she came, unclean, outcast not to trouble the master, merely to touch ...
The first will be last The first a peasant king homeless, without a place to lay his head Without a ...
Like stars, he made the allusion, the metaphor of ideals that are beyond our grasp, eternally out of our reach, ...
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad, There's not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boughs -- ...
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor, No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at ...
Obscurest night involv'd the sky, Th' Atlantic billows roar'd, When such a destin'd wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
All night the ways of Heaven were desolate, Long roads across a gleaming empty sky. Outcast and doomed and driven, ...
Cedars and the westward sun. The darkening sky. A man alone Watches beside the fallen wall The evening multitudes of ...
I was a cottage maiden Hardened by sun and air Contented with my cottage mates, Not mindful I was fair. ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
for every wind?'s emotionless blast brings shreds of feathers with their dance of loss rotating leaves of faded rainbow-trees and ...
"What I spent I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave, I have." But yesterday the tourney, all ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
I Not once in all our days of poignant love, Did I a single instant give to thee My undivided ...
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