The Philosopher, (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
A Fond Athenian Mother brought A Sculptor to indulge her Thought, And carve her Only Son; Who to such strange ...
A Fond Athenian Mother brought A Sculptor to indulge her Thought, And carve her Only Son; Who to such strange ...
Boys dream of native girls who bring breadfruit, Whatever they are, As bribes to teach them how to execute Sixteen ...
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
"For here lay the excellent wisdom of him that built Mansoul, thatthe walls could never be broken down nor hurt ...
Usurping the place of God turning from his open arms choosing to go to the foreign country away from our ...
Oh that all we say that the words we choose that our positions would be healing to lift up, to ...
When we face our neighbors when we argue our positions when we come together in the marketplace of ideas We ...
Remaining faithful not bowing to false idols not denying our God trusting in Him instead Standing on our witness speaking ...
Across the skies a message of God's love The colors, a changing tableau love echoing, murmuring a visual chorus charged ...
Would that I had the crystal ball to answer her quaking question a day or two before the anniversary of ...
A Fond Athenian Mother brought A Sculptor to indulge her Thought, And carve her Only Son; Who to such strange ...
Enduring an inguinal hernia repair can drive you to despair, it is a monumental nonsense; in my defence I hadn't ...
The sage lectured brilliantly. Before him, two images: "Now this one is a devil, And this one is me." He ...
HOW wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite, How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white, How Genius, ...
Choose your obsessions For they are unworthy possessions Trojan horses They bind you Without you realizing They hinder your natural ...
There is a street where they sell only red meat And there is a street where they sell only clothes ...
MYSELF and mine gymnastic ever, To stand the cold or heat-to take good aim with a gun-to sail a boat-to ...
'Twas in the year of 1878, and. the winter had set in, Lord Roberts and the British Army their march ...
My love, while we talked They removed the roof. Then They started on the walls, Panes of glass uprooting From ...
1 We, whose lungs fill with the sweetness of day. Who in May admire trees flowering Are better than those ...
Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what ...
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