Catching the Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The morning glories, in afternoon glory shining in the bright fall sun luminescent, transparent, translucent colors bleeding through their skin ...
The morning glories, in afternoon glory shining in the bright fall sun luminescent, transparent, translucent colors bleeding through their skin ...
It's snowing now as I write this note. Little temporal curtains of snow like pages of paper which materialize and ...
In my line, my blood, there pulses, course through my veins the blood of those hardy souls, the first Pilgrims, ...
a cluster of open milkweed pods brown flat seeds, a ball of cotton candy silk waiting for the wind, to ...
Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their ...
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
And the Piper dreams as he pipes up in his mind colours in choral horizons distant, of courtliness dimmed in ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
And in Life's noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy. ______________________ You ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash ...
Here, where love's stuff is body, arm and side Are stabbing-sweet 'gainst chair and lamp and wall. In every touch ...
ON a bank of flowers, in a summer day, For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
Two savings of the Holy Scriptures beat Like pulses in the Church's brow and breast; And by them we find ...
When I attain to utter forth in verse Some inward thought, my soul throbs audibly Along my pulses, yearning to ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
IF God compel thee to this destiny, To die alone, with none beside thy bed To ruffle round with sobs ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of ...
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