Donning His Sandals (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When you look down what do you see, regardless of what you are wearing. Do you see the Master's feet; ...
When you look down what do you see, regardless of what you are wearing. Do you see the Master's feet; ...
I had to go there, to see it for myself, to go there to test the theory of an accident, ...
(FOR THE FELLOWSHIP CLU Lyman and Frederick and Jim, one day, Set out in a great big ship-- Steamed to ...
Little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over the way And the rich little ...
For Lincoln MacVeagh Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly ...
On the banks of the Mersey, o'er on Cheshire side, Lies Runcorn that's best known to fame By Transporter Bridge ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
To slip into your shadow under cover of night. To follow your footsteps, your shadow at the window. That shadow ...
The dogs greet me, I descend into their world of fur and tongues and then my wife and I embrace ...
If I were gusty April now, How I would blow at laughing Rose; I'd make her ribbons slip their knots, ...
Dey is times in life when Nature Seems to slip a cog an' go, Jes' a-rattlin' down creation, Lak an ...
Its little Ether Hood Doth sit upon its Head -- The millinery supple Of the sagacious God -- Till when ...
I did not reach Thee But my feet slip nearer every day Three Rivers and a Hill to cross One ...
A Pit -- but Heaven over it -- And Heaven beside, and Heaven abroad, And yet a Pit -- With ...
It fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - That I hate, but ...
There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three-- That I hate, but the ...
And I start wondering how they came to be blind. If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister, ...
Look at this storm, the idiot, pouring its heart out here, of all places, an industrial suburb on a Sunday, ...
Flesh is heretic. My body is a witch. I am burning it. Yes I am torching ber curves and paps ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Fresh-shaven, past months & a picture in New York of Beard Two, I did have Three took off. Well. . ...
Among these latter busts we count by scores, Half-emperors and quarter-emperors, Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loose-thonged vest, Loricand low-browed ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
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