Sonnet XVI: To The Lord General Cromwell (John Milton Poems)
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloudNot of war only, but detractions rude,Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,To ...
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloudNot of war only, but detractions rude,Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,To ...
Thabor of England! since my light is shortAnd faint, O rather by the sun anewOf timeless passion set my dial ...
It was the morning season of the year; It was the morning era of the land;The watercourses rang full loud ...
I.I stand in thought beside my father's grave:The grave of one who, in his old age, diedToo late perhaps, since ...
. . . party on the stage of the Earl Carroll Theatre onFeb. 23. At this party Joyce Hawley, a ...
1731BEAUTIFUL face of a child, Lighted with laughter and glee, Mirthful, and tender, and wild, My heart is ...
Now that our hero has come back to usin his white pants and we know his nosetrembling like a flag ...
When TorquemadaFound a cat in the larderHe relinquished it without a qualm**To the secular arm.(Edmund Clerihew Bentley)
In the words we share trying to be what we profess wishing the nobler aspects of our creed, our hope ...
Oh to be like John, John Wesley our founder, the beginning of the faith to see the miners, the men ...
In my trade, you never are to ask these kinds of questions, questions where you don't know the answer, those ...
More and more her papers are about her calling her sermons and her epistles to the churches, to the non-believers ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Our Indonesian friends again exhibit strains of gross hypocrisy, it's a virus that abounds in the islands of a thousand ...
Somebody please explain, can you help me understand; I've watched the weather radar creep its colours on the screen and ...
In the secular night you wander around alone in your house. It's two-thirty. Everyone has deserted you, or this is ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
"little soul, little flirting, little perverse one where are you off to now? little wan one, firm one little exposed ...
Some nights it's bound to be your best way out, When nightmare is the short end of the stick, When ...
On The Proposalls Of Certaine Ministers At The Committee For Propagation Of The Gospell Cromwell, our cheif of men, who ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
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