The Island: Canto IV. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)
I.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun ...
I.White as a white sail on a dusky sea,When half the horizon 's clouded and half free,Fluttering between the dun ...
This time is equal to all time that's goneOf like extent, nor heeds to hide its faceBefore the future: each ...
Sea-like in billowy distance, far awayThe half-broke prairies stretch on every hand;How wide the circuit of their summer day—What measureless ...
one more memoryI have just written a wordI am older by a wordby twoby threeby a poemolder - what does ...
Where the short-legged EsquimauxWaddle in the ice and snow,And the playful Polar bearNips the hunter unaware;Where by day they track ...
534We see—Comparatively—The Thing so towering highWe could not grasp its segmentUnaided—Yesterday—This Morning's finer Verdict—Makes scarcely worth the toil—A furrow—Our Cordillera—Our ...
This is his path to the windthe last white segment of the earthhe sprung from: and his birthhas come to ...
After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc into the green ...
God's calling to us to touch the world, not some segment, the whole human race We are called to be ...
Our ability to witness to share the good news of Christ new creations in him new each season of the ...
Bound for glory our home in heaven assured of rest at the end of our journey A new creation like ...
Any room would do my wish, my prayer living in the Lord's house walking with him coming home to him ...
When we turn to him trusting in the Lord no reason to fear he is our protection he is our ...
We were blessed, by a singular sight after our time on the beach, at the picnic a slice of color, ...
We see -- Comparatively -- The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided -- Yesterday -- ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
For Horace Gregory After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot of a larger arc ...
(published on BLINKING EYE, http://www.blinking-eye.co.uk/writer/padel2.html ) Then spoke the thunder, shattering the looming blackness of our national life. The rumble ...
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