The Deserted Village (Oliver Goldsmith Poem)
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Changing her faith where she shares her fellowship Going where she was led in answer to her call The call ...
The burden Christ the love he shares the cross of the Lord getting me there The Spirit of God living ...
The burden Christ the love he shares the cross of the Lord getting me there The Spirit of God living ...
The tablets, the commandments written in their hearts trusting in God, heeding his call Speaking with conviction power of the ...
The blood of the lamb spirit, life, eternal life spread on the lintels of our hearts marking us, a chosen ...
The cup, which we share a cup which he accepted which he did not want; asking for it to be ...
Her grandmother commented on her drawing, her sketchpad in her lap sitting on the porch step I commented that she ...
At the end of the Thanksgiving service, she shared the affirmation of her call, her turn before the committee, She ...
Blood shed in fulfillment, willingly spilled for us spread blood of the lamb Blood on the lintels, the threshold, the ...
It is you who believes in me who wants the best for me who gives me the strength For you ...
She is my wife the mother of the little people in the room across the hall, singing in the dark ...
Little All-Aloney's feet Pitter-patter in the hall, And his mother runs to meet And to kiss her toddling sweet, Ere ...
In spite of all the learn'd have said; I still my old opinion keep, The posture, that we give the ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
Who does not wish, ever to judge aright, And, in the Course of Life's Affairs, To have a quick, and ...
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
What would I give to see his face? I'd give -- I'd give my life -- of course -- But ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...
Let me take this other glove off As the vox humana swells, And the beauteous fields of Eden Bask beneath ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
in these red labyrinths of London I find that I have chosen the strangest of all callings, save that, in ...
O SHADOWY Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep In the deep heart of a black marble tomb; When thou for ...
WI' braw new branks in mickle pride, And eke a braw new brechan, My Pegasus I'm got astride, And up ...
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