The Foreigner (Amy Lowell Poem)
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
The weight of our own sin only shards hanging after the stones have been thrown in our glass houses how ...
When the glass falls our hypocrisy exposed when our sin is revealed naked in glass houses our stain bright red ...
Standing in judgment condemning others when they stand in glass houses shards all around Throwing stones in glass houses letting ...
Christ proving God's love love unconditionally going to the cross to take away our sin Climbing the rugged cross carrying ...
Christ's grace poured out forgiveness, healing as a gift from him to those who believed Not stopped by the crowd ...
In calling the disciples all the believers a final step his ascension to heaven Proving, before their eyes his awesome ...
More than a magic trick needed by the leader trying to be faithful needing a sign from God Measurable miracles, ...
Not the expectation only, the experience of the fulfillment the birth, the life, the truth of Christ come into the ...
Messengers, the seasons the turning of the page God offering himself to us that we may find our way back ...
If only I could have frozen that moment the reaction of the congregation in their faces, the nods the smiles, ...
In his witness, his testimony of his acts his works, his perseverance, his love and his caring, he changed himself, ...
The message is unknown; unimportant He spoke with authority. Now that was the thing The real message in the Word ...
A fulfillment, a living out - prophets told his story long before he was born, proving identity, a servant a ...
A very different spin on church history so was that walk that day a history in the person of the ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
There is strength in proving that it can be borne Although it tear -- What are the sinews of such ...
When suddenly, at midnight, you hear an invisible procession going by with exquisite music, voices, don't mourn your luck that's ...
A vagueness comes over everything, as though proving color and contour alike dispensable: the lighthouse extinct, the islands' spruce-tips drunk ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
The Barrister's Dream They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
This is the lay of Ike. Here's to the glory of the Grewt Whiteâ?"awkâ?" who has been runningâ?"erâ?"erâ?"things in recentâ?"echâ?" ...
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
Days that cannot bring you near or will not, Distance trying to appear something more obstinate, argue argue argue with ...
WEE, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' ...
On Turning her up in her Nest with the Plough Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, O what a panic's in ...
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