The Brus Book 19 (John Barbour Poems)
Than wes the land a quhile in pes,Bot covatys, that can nocht cesTo set ...
Than wes the land a quhile in pes,Bot covatys, that can nocht cesTo set ...
Than wes the land a quhile in pes,Bot covatys, that can nocht cesTo set ...
Oh, ye mighty walls and towering spires!Astride the cowled gabled ways;Thy emblazoned scripts depictingFanciful reaction of ancient times;Smoking altars upon ...
"O foolish people, and unwise,"Who stop your ears and shut your eyes,Though common-sense and flagrant factsProclaim the madness of your ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there,a cleared instrument, ready to act, to searchthe moral realm and actual ...
I remember a square of New York's Hudson River glinting between warehouses.Difficult to approach the water below the pierSwirling, covered ...
When Ugli, son of Wampus, of a pre-historic date,Built himself a country villa out of mud and sticks and slate;Tribal ...
The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The ...
The frustration fanned revolution coming the tinder on the hot coals the reaction of the tyrants Fanning the flames by ...
The reaction, the realization the response of Herod on hearing his name The question of the Magi terror in the ...
If only I could have frozen that moment the reaction of the congregation in their faces, the nods the smiles, ...
Oh Lord, give me hands to use, for your purposes, your calling to me, Give me a spirit of caring, ...
Watching her eyes, in worship as she preached from her heart, not merely from the words she crafted oh so ...
I rose to ask a question feeling unsure, a bit ill at ease like Bob Cratchett asking for coal or ...
Charged electricity In the room Caffeine in the coffee and my pacing feet. My name first on the list Bold ...
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there, a cleared instrument, ready to act, to search the moral realm ...
You paused for a moment and I heard you smoking on the other end of the line. I pictured your ...
Because of the fullness of what I had, All that I have seems poor and vain. If I had not ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Courageous lair "might prevail" Waking up to her your "yellow coal" Steals a its way harm's imbrogliatic murmur to concatenate ...
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