Your Love And Mercy (Gary R. Ferris Poem)
When I look over the valley and mountains so high, I take a deep breath and let out a sweet ...
When I look over the valley and mountains so high, I take a deep breath and let out a sweet ...
Sour wine for his thirst given to our Lord fulfilling the ancient word the lament of David of the people ...
The beach plum jelly out on the deck the thick sour dough toast dripping with it the bees coming closer ...
We were the nails, hammered into his body we were the wood of the cross, the weight of the shame ...
Sweet maple syrup, bitter radish, salad greens Tart lemon, juicy fruits Sour rhubarb, creamy sauces Raw meat, flaky fish rich ...
DIVERTING in extreme there is a play, Which oft resumes its fascinating sway; Delights the sex, or ugly, fair, or ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot; Of one who had the name of Nicaise got; A lad ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing ...
The bush that has most briers and bitter fruit, Wait till the frost has turned its green leaves red, Its ...
Shall I get drunk or cut myself a piece of cake, a pasty Syrian with a few words of English ...
Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me Out of those ...
Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows and through curtains, call on us? Must to thy ...
I was saddened just to hear the bitter rancour in his voice, a sour hostility aloof of commonsense, and ranks ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
It was a half-life that seemed like a genuine world wielding hard symbolism over those who ruled it; we lived ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad enough to see him when he came, but didn't ...
Soft was the night, the eve how airy, When through the big, fat dictionary I wandered on in careless ease, ...
Strange, is it not? She was making her garden, Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day- Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons- Spreading ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
I've come to give you fruit from out my orchard, Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me ...
Eternally the choking steam goes up From the black pools of seething oil. . . . How merry Those little ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw, An' bar the doors wi' driving snaw, An' hing us owre the ingle, I ...
O GOWDIE, terror o' the whigs, Dread o' blackcoats and rev'rend wigs! Sour Bigotry, on her last legs, Girns an' ...
WHA will buy my troggin, fine election ware, Broken trade o' Broughton, a' in high repair? Chorus.-Buy braw troggin frae ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
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