Rhodon And Iris. Act I (Ralph Knevet Poems)
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Ag. Is the worlds eye not yet asleepe?Po. Hath Jove not yet put on his starry night-cap? No; nor Juno her spangl'd ...
SCEN. 1.Poneria, Agnostus.Ag. Is the worlds eye not yet asleepe?Po. Hath Jove not yet put on his starry night-cap? No; nor Juno her spangl'd ...
The dandelions and buttercupsGild all the lawn; the drowsy beeStumbles among the clover-tops,And summer sweetens all but me:Away, unfruitful lore ...
He is the despots' Despot. All must bide,Later or soon, the message of his might;Princes and potentates their heads must ...
"For my flesh is meat indeed."—John vi. 55.Had Jesus left his scattered foldThe legacy of pride,Golconda's gems and Ophir's gold,When ...
In Days of yore the Story goes,A subterranean Castle rose;Which rear'd its Head a wond'rous Height,The Work of some ingenious ...
1. ON ASPHALT: NO GREENS Quarry out the stone of land, cobble the beach, wall surf, name it "street," allow ...
This is not June,--by Autumn's stratagemThou hast been ambushed in the chilly air; Upon thy fragile crest virginal fairThe rime ...
Great-hearted child, thy very being The Son,Who know'st the hearts of all us prodigals;—For who is prodigal but he who ...
In some ways all of us prodigals leaving home going our own way Some of us lucky heeding God's calling ...
While we were yet sinners Prodigals, still in that foreign land living in squalor eating the pods in our sinful ...
None left lost all of the coins found the wish of our God that we would turn to him All ...
Each and every one of us all of mankind God wanting all to come home into his loving arms All ...
All of us are to go out into the world searching for the sheep the lost coins, the prodigals those ...
The pillars of the people the disciples at the beginning the twelve gathered with him to celebrate the Passover feast ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
A New Version: 1980 What is that little black thing I see there in the white? Walt Whitman One Out ...
WHEN the unquiet hours depart And far away their tumults cease, Within the twilight of the heart We bathe in ...
I Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes. Like ants they worry to and fro, (Important ...
There dwelt a widow learned and devout, Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill. Three sons she had, who went ...
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