The Road (Richard Jones Poem)
I, too, would ease my old car to a stop on the side of some country road and count the ...
I, too, would ease my old car to a stop on the side of some country road and count the ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
How happens it that thou art sad, While happy all appear? Thine eye proclaims too well that thou Hast wept ...
Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, "Speak to us of Eating and Drinking." And he said: ...
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and ...
Turning to our Father our Mother, our Savior strength within the fortress of our God Sustained in God within His ...
How I thirst for you oh Lord in the quiet of the night through the din of the day in ...
While we are stewards living in the garden walking on this earth upon this mortal coil This is His creation ...
Abiding in the vine, living connected sustained, fed, by the love of God abiding in His love, walking, journeying in ...
They were all welcome, all were healed, made whole all of them were fed, sustained by their daily bread, he ...
God's will, God's time, God's answer to our prayers, to our petitions, that is the hard part, the part where ...
SOME wit, handsome form and gen'rous mind; A triple engine prove in love we find; By these the strongest fortresses ...
A Thriving Merchant, who no Loss sustained, In little time a mighty Fortune gain'd. No Pyrate seiz'd his still returning ...
Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift ...
In a stable of boats I lie still, From all sleeping children hidden. The leap of a fish from its ...
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman As does the Great River on to the sea and back to the matted hair of Lord ...
We, who were long together homeless, raise Brick walls, wood floors, a roof, and windows up To what sustained us ...
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee - how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Flaubert wanted to write a novel About nothing. It was to have no subject And be sustained upon the style ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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