The Submariner (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Living inside himself Able to be at peace In cramped quarters Defined a part Only in the Service for a ...
Living inside himself Able to be at peace In cramped quarters Defined a part Only in the Service for a ...
Electricity in the air Charged particles Sparks between us Clap of thunder Heavy rain Beats on the metal roof Blackout ...
I am waiting on the Lord For his answer to prayer In His Time; Not my own Human passions And ...
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
Good Heav'n, I thank thee, since it was design'd I shou'd be fram'd, but of the weaker kinde, That yet, ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
Muses, which sadly sit about my chair, Drown'd in the tears extorted by my lines, With heavy sighs whilst thus ...
My heart the anvil where my thoughts do beat; My words the hammers fashioning my desire; My breast the forge ...
Is not Love here as 'tis in other climes, And differeth it, as do the several nations? Or hath it ...
Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp, Let's grimly kiss with bated breath; As quietly and solemnly As Life ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart, There she is passing, the girl of my heart; See where she ...
Send me some token, that my hope may live, Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest; Send me ...
Said Myrtias (a Syrian student in Alexandria; in the reign of Augustus Constans and Augustus Constantius; in part a pagan, ...
Would but indulgent Fortune send To me a kind, and faithful Friend, One who to Virtue's Laws is true, And ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
Ah! wherefore should my weeping maid suppress Those gentle signs of undissembled woe? When from soft love proceeds the deep ...
(Phillipians, iv.11) Fierce passions discompose the mind, As tempests vex the sea, But calm, content and peace we find, When, ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
In law an infant, and in years a boy, In mind a slave to every vicious joy; From every sense ...
River, that rollest by the ancient walls, Where dwells the lady of my love, when she Walks by thy brink, ...
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
Missolonghi, Jan. 22, 1824 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move: Yet, though ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
MUSIC doth uplift me like a sea Towards my planet pale, Then through dark fogs or heaven's infinity I lift ...
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