To Hope (John Keats Poem)
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before ...
When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before ...
for Sydney Pettit The lines are keen against today's bad sky about to rain. We're white and understand why Indians ...
Daughter of Jove, relentless Power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The Bad affright, ...
There was an apple tree in the yard -- this would have been forty years ago -- behind, only meadows. ...
The crushing truth, the indictment, the judgment the fall of Jerusalem, before the great I Am the people forgetting, ignoring ...
Changing me, changing us all the believers the work of the Spirit like water etching rock almost imperceptible but relentless ...
The sound of the rain starting my day sitting at the computer again Too early for light to see the ...
The sanctuary, the service sitting in this hallowed space A wellspring of words, living water gushing up relentless and rising ...
Grace to love us for simply being for merely existing desiring a loving communion relationship with us as in the ...
Each of us, mom and dad, seem to have slightly longer arms, right arms now, after the pulling, the tugging, ...
A day not unlike today pulling me back in time to that fateful day before the call from the state ...
Evening colors linger on mountain paths. Out beyond this study perched over River Gate, At the cliff's edge, frail clouds ...
'O WHICH is the last rose?' A blossom of no name. At midnight the snow came; At daybreak a vast ...
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift; The battle to the strong. Of ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
My thoughts are like the boots randomly arrayed in the rack outside the window, some in pairs neatly stacked, comfortably ...
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe ...
Recite the loves of Narva and Mored The priest of Chalma's triple idol said. High from the ground the youthful ...
As silent as a mirror is believed Realities plunge in silence by . . . I am not ready for ...
The Milk-and-Water School Alas! she would not hear my prayer! Yet it were rash to tear my hair; Disfigured, I ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
YE holy tow'rs, that crown the azure deep, Still may ye shade the wave-worn rock sublime, Though, hurrying silent by, ...
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
Behold, my child, this touching scene, The golfer on the golfing-green; Pray mark his legs' uncanny swing, The golf-walk is ...
Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell ...
In fear of the rich mouth I kissed the thin,-- Even that was a trap To snare me in. Even ...
There is a mystic thread of life So dearly wreath'd with mine alone, That Destiny's relentless knife At once must ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
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