The Iron Gate (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
The way of church changing once more returning to some of the truths of our origins house churches and missions ...
Struggling, wrestling with God this flawed patriarch, Jacob, stealing a birthright, usurper Holding on for a blessing, a blessing from ...
The Lord chose him, the last, the youngest "This is the one", anoint him king ruler of the covenant people ...
I have been thinking about his. So many of my poems, about God the possessive is his A father God, ...
Patriarch of the apostles Eager to protect the master Timid disciple Exited the boat; walked on the Sea Readied by ...
Blest be the Man! his Memory at least, Who found the Art, thus to unfold his Breast, And taught succeeding ...
One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory. Neither Patriarch nor ...
Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the deep Her troubled question ...
Even from afar came shouts of recognition joyful voices rang across the years disdained and faces of our childhood unforgot ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Great Grandfather was ninety-nine And so it was our one dread, That though his health was superfine He'd fail to ...
Among the more irritating minor ideas Of Mr. Homburg during his visits home To Concord, at the edge of things, ...
On the long shore, lit by the moon To show them properly alone, Two lovers suddenly embraced So that their ...
'Twas in the year of 1888, and on the 19th of November, Which the friends of the late Ex-Provost Rough ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
Too soon you wearied of our tears. And then you danced with spangled feet, Leading Belshazzar's chattering court A-tinkling through ...
Here, where the noises of the busy town, The ocean's plunge and roar can enter not, We stand and gaze ...
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