White Breast (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was the white breast of the raptor, stoic in the aged tree sitting motionless, drinking in the light of ...
It was the white breast of the raptor, stoic in the aged tree sitting motionless, drinking in the light of ...
Poised and perched regal raptors on display in the open air fallen fliers, bandaged and mended saved to teach us ...
Life is simple. In my canoe. Strokes in the water propel me forward. I chart my course around the cove. ...
Sweet, bide with me and let my love Be an enduring tether; Oh, wanton not from spot to spot, But ...
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
Daphne's Answer to Sylvia, declaring she should esteem all as Enemies, who should talk to her of LOVE. THEN, to ...
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
On his "Book of Joyous Children" Yours is a garden of old-fashioned flowers; Joyous children delight to play there; Weary ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
A hush is over all the teeming lists, And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife; A spirit brave ...
By our first strange and fatal interview, By all desires which thereof did ensue, By our long starving hopes, by ...
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn't know its Name And hasn't any tax to pay And hasn't any Home ...
Come show thy Durham Breast To her who loves thee best, Delicious Robin -- And if it be not me ...
A winged spark doth soar about -- I never met it near For Lightning it is oft mistook When nights ...
After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside -- Nature imparts the little Blue-Bird -- assured Her conscientious Voice ...
Where were you Shirley of the Sanguine Lake? Where did you disappear? The echoes of your empty house Were almost ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
Michelle, the thought of you confused or under siege bereaves us; you, the cheerful heart who waged a silent war ...
Nothing came to claim my muse, instead I dreamed of freedoms neatly folded in a treasure chest lying in the ...
At dawn I dreamed of wispy clouds, I had the time to wield and watched the regimented lines of cirrus ...
And here the precious dust is laid; Whose purely-temper'd clay was made So fine that it the guest betray'd. Else ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
O God, whose favorable eye, The sin-sick soul revives, Holy and heavenly is the joy Thy shining presence gives. Not ...
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are ...
Mother of Light, and the Gods! Mother of Music, awake! Silence and speech are at odds; Heaven and Hell are ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
I'll rest me in this sheltered bower, And look upon the clear blue sky That smiles upon me through the ...
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