who sharpens every dull… (E. E. Cummings Poems)
who sharpens every dullhere comes the only manreminding with his bellto disappear a sun and out of houses pourmaids ...
who sharpens every dullhere comes the only manreminding with his bellto disappear a sun and out of houses pourmaids ...
THE summer comes again, yet nothing bringsOf him but memories of that clear-lit eye,That voice, that presence that can never ...
So David to Goliath's lairGoes peaceably at last!The hound is welcomed by the hare,And perished is the past.Thus doth our ...
King Solomon drew merchantmen, Because of his desire For peacocks, apes, and ivory, From Tarshish unto Tyre, With cedars out ...
The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone; 'E don't obey no orders unless they is 'is ...
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; Our loins are battered 'neath us by ...
Christ of His gentleness Thirsting and hungering, Walked in the wilderness; Soft words of grace He spoke Unto lost desert-folk ...
Because of God coming descending as Jesus taking on our sin climbing the rugged cross Because of God coming walking ...
When we are in the light the grace of God shining the love of God raising us from the grave ...
We are to strive confident in the future the rest of the story known only to God Persevere in adversity ...
The simple challenge the direction for our lives the model we must follow to be children of God Acting Christ-like ...
We may not carry scars from beatings from proclaiming the good news of Christ Unlike Paul many journey onward only ...
To tag, or not to tag: that is the problem: Whether 'tis nobler in the whole to endure The slings ...
HORACE When you were mine in auld lang syne, And when none else your charms might ogle, I'll not deny, ...
In seventeen hundred, a much hated sultan visited us twice, finally dying of headaches in the south harbor. Ever since, ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
Hate in the world's hand Can carve and set its seal Like the strong blast of sand Which cuts into ...
TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early; Here's a good place at the corner-I must stand ...
No, Bill, I'm not a-spooning out no patriotic tosh (The cove be'ind the sandbags ain't a death-or-glory cuss). And though ...
THE SHALE and water thrown together so-so first of all, Then a potter's hand on the wheel and his fingers ...
on someone else's place it seems to him the land slings distance way out the dirt is dead and the ...
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