Blending Concepts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The name of the sermon the point of the message was "Our Highest Ideal" but it was the underlying subtext ...
The name of the sermon the point of the message was "Our Highest Ideal" but it was the underlying subtext ...
Way up at the top of a big stack of straw Was the cunningest parlor that ever you saw! And ...
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
TWO lawyers to their cause so well adhered, A country justice quite confused appeared, By them the facts were rendered ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain. But never was I far out of sight ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the ...
With delicate, mad hands, behind his sordid bars, Surely he hath his posies, which they tear and twine; Those scentless ...
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the ...
I had not minded -- Walls -- Were Universe -- one Rock -- And far I heard his silver Call ...
Black granite stretches its harsh, tapering wings up to pedestrian-level grass but sucks me down, here, at the intersection of ...
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor swiftewd greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
For Margot Snow that fallest from heaven, bear me aloft on thy wings To the domes of the star-girdled Seven, ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Lays of Mystery, Imagination, and Humor Number 1 I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls, And each damp thing that ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move ...
the people are very small and shrink, dwarves on the way to netsuke hell bound for a flea circus in ...
And then life; and once again A house where I was born. Around us The granary above what once had ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
Straw sandal half sunk in an old pond in the sleety snow. (Yosa Buson)
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