The Priest And Minister (Arthur Weir Poems)
From Old France once sailed a vessel,Bearing hearts that came to nestleIn Acadia's breast and wrestle With its Winters cold.Priests ...
From Old France once sailed a vessel,Bearing hearts that came to nestleIn Acadia's breast and wrestle With its Winters cold.Priests ...
_Macuilxochitl Icuic._ 1. Ayya, yao, xochitlycaca umpan iuitza tlamacazecatla tlamocoyoalca. 2. Ayya, yao, ayo intinotzicaya teumechaue oya, yao, tlauizcalacyacallea tlamacazecatlo ...
Give over, O sea! You never shall reach Nirvana! Your tides, like the tidal generations, ever shall rise and ...
Thou who hast carried thy benignant smile To distant regions ...
Adieu, Romauld! But thou canst not forget me.Although no more I haunt thy dreams at night,Thy hungering heart forever must ...
IN my hot youth I rashly pennedA Sonnet of the After-life.It was the time of stress and strifeThrough which the ...
What! boast of Freedon, while ye bind Three millions of our race in chains,Whom ye have doomed to every kind ...
Ye giant shades of RA and TUM,Ye ghosts of gods Egyptian,If murmurs of our planet comeTo exiles in the precincts ...
THE altar-lights burn low, the incense-fumeSickens: O listen, how the priestly prayerRuns as a fenland stream; a dim despairHails through ...
No priestly requiem is heard,Hushed is the voice of prayer,She lies in a dishonoured grave-The suicide lies there!And did no ...
I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise to those matter-of-fact revelations which spelled the end of this chapter ...
The Lord receives his highest praise From humble minds and hearts sincere; While all the loud professor says Offends the ...
Honor and happiness unite To make the Christian's name a praise; How fair the scene, how clear the light, That ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Nought loves another as itself Nor venerates another so. Nor is it possible to Thought A greater than itself to ...
1 AS a strong bird on pinions free, Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving, Such be the thought I'd think ...
They have my own fear of the dark, Tupapau - spirits of the dead they call it; Returning late with ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
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