Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree (A. E. Housman Poem)
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree, Farewell to Severn shore. Terence, look your last at me, For I come ...
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree, Farewell to Severn shore. Terence, look your last at me, For I come ...
Healing us when we turn into God's embrace coming home to Him letting Him enter in Transformed in an instant ...
Only his love held him to the cross only his grace released us from our chains God alone, redeeming us ...
He did not have to do this Christ did not have to die he chose to submit to go to ...
Only Christ's love held him to the cross the power to choose to save us from lost He went to ...
Not human nails driven in his hands not human hands that lifted him up the tree of the cross a ...
The love of our Savior come down from heaven the nails of his love held him to the cross Not ...
In some sense the statement true Christ had to die to set us free unable by ourselves to change from ...
Gripped by fears doubts, the winds raging causing him to sink when he took his sights off Jesus Afraid, still ...
A foggy day on the ocean, my feet in the warm surf, feeling the water lapping, the movement of the ...
The words of the screen "steamers for lunch, foggy day on the ocean" so much cascading memory flooding over me, ...
They each spoke, crying to our creator, to our savior, to our shared creed, our shared beliefs speaking, praying, invoking ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
IF truth give pleasure, surely we should try; To found our tales on what we can rely; Th' experiment repeatedly ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
The day begins to droop,-- Its course is done: But nothing tells the place Of the setting sun. The hazy ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
I. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he ...
MY father left a park to me, But it is wild and barren, A garden too with scarce a tree, ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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