Two Plates (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her hands extended, strain of the weight at the end of each offering plates full of our meager gifts hands ...
Her hands extended, strain of the weight at the end of each offering plates full of our meager gifts hands ...
Imagine the scene, cloistered in their room safe from authorities Jewish and Roman rulers, powers that would destroy them No, ...
He was hidden in the nascent emerging buds of the lilac branches, singing his ornate, urgent, compelling song to the ...
I crossed the parking lot The man in the convenience store beyond the gas pumps trying to cash already cashed ...
Smell the bold colors, Rich in my nostrils, Illuminated on the branches before me as I drive. Low sunlight piercing ...
Roll over, snooze hit Warm covers, cold morn Morning light Piercing my slumber Out the window Down below My barn ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There 's naught in ...
Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly: There's nought in this ...
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind! His promises are naught, too oft we find; I vowed (I hope ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
The west was getting out of gold, The breath of air had died of cold, When shoeing home across the ...
IT fell in the ancient periods Which the brooding soul surveys, Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself Into calendar ...
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance; Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
Fair stood the wind for France When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Renunciation -- is a piercing Virtue -- The letting go A Presence -- for an Expectation -- Not now -- ...
I know that He exists. Somewhere -- in Silence -- He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. ...
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes -- I wonder if It weighs like Mine -- Or ...
This window is confidence, documenting proceedings, capturing moments, cleansing views challenging sentiment. This window is nourishment filling the eyes with ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe ...
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