The Son Of The Evening Star (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
(For Aline) Monsignore, Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus, Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni, Now of the delightful Court of ...
1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope ...
yesterday the man was pleased the sun sat in the tree and all upon the land held to the harmony ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
God watching from heaven as Christ submitted to sin giving himself for us that we may live in Him His ...
The sweet nectar of the juices staining my fingers the plumb blueberries the burgeoning bushes under the netting Alive with ...
The offering of the lamb the son of the creator the son of man the unblemished lamb becoming a sacrifice ...
My name, on the palm of his hand holding me on the skin of the creator a part of him, ...
After the sixth day, the Lord looked on creation the humans he had created, the man, the woman those born ...
'O WHICH is the last rose?' A blossom of no name. At midnight the snow came; At daybreak a vast ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
HEARKEN, oh hearken! let your souls behind you Turn, gently moved! Our voices feel along the Dread to find you, ...
Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened ...
I -- In Church Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While thy stars made mirth, Saviour, at ...
When June comes dancing o'er the death of May, With scarlet roses tinting her green breast, And mating thrushes ushering ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
2 a.m. December, and still no mon rising from the river. My mother home from the beer garden stands before ...
I. O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st, Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt, And, half ...
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