Our Work Ahead – as read (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lord, We thank you for this holy ground, this place we are gathered in We thank you for the vision ...
Lord, We thank you for this holy ground, this place we are gathered in We thank you for the vision ...
She wept in prayer for the missing element, the unmet promise, the longing she had the ridicule she faced, too ...
These were the words they chanted, prayed together, the six voices joined in a round following the metronome of his ...
A momentary blip, a bump on the road of life hit us again today, as it has for a few ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
For Lincoln MacVeagh Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Heart of France for a hundred years, Passionate, sensitive, proud, and strong, Quick to throb with her hopes and fears, ...
Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on ...
The Midnight wooed the Morning Star, And prayed her: "Love come nearer; Your swinging coldly there afar To me but ...
Pray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old oak-tree; And why, when I go through ...
What if this present were the world's last night? Mark in my heart, O soul, where thou dost dwell, The ...
I prayed, at first, a little Girl, Because they told me to -- But stopped, when qualified to guess How ...
I meant to have but modest needs -- Such as Content -- and Heaven -- Within my income -- these ...
Of Course -- I prayed -- And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom For trying to change the system from within I'm coming now, I'm ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman When the world itself looked exhausted, revolving round the sun; when a bumble-bee sounded tired of humming ...
I told her I loved her and begged but a word, One dear little word, that would be For me ...
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