Where Are The Temperance People? In Reply To A Query (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Where are the temperance people?Well, scattered here and there:Some gathering in their produceTo show at the autumn fair;Some threshing wheat ...
Where are the temperance people?Well, scattered here and there:Some gathering in their produceTo show at the autumn fair;Some threshing wheat ...
The organ peals through pictured panes that etch strange patterns on the grass,A thorned head shadowed on the flags, beneath ...
There's a wind up and a sighing along the waterside,And we're homeward bound at last on to-night's full tide:Round the ...
In those days the oatfields' fenced-in vats of running platinum, the yellower alloy of wheat and barley, whose end, however ...
With joy all relics of the past I hail; The heath-bell, lingering in our cultured moor, Or the dull sound ...
Threshing wheat for his fatherYoung Gideon wonderedWhy he and his peopleWere hiding in cavesFrom the enemy.Before the threshing was finishedAn ...
As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely Maid last season worshipped dumbly, watched with ...
Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight made his pallet on the threshing floor where all day he had worked, and ...
The words of the prophet speaking a message revealing a truth we ignore a message from almighty God Judgment will ...
Looking into our hearts meticulous and probing threshing all the wheat looking for who is worthy No longer searching for ...
In the preparation for battle going before the Lord asking for signs of the calling of God Discernment by dew ...
The wheat cut down the swords, the reaper's cut nailed to a cross, a rough threshing floor Falling to the ...
Gathered in, into God's garner our treasure, our lives, like the wheat gathering in by the gardener, the landowner, fed ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top Blood -- blood and torn grass -- Had marked the rise of ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
The last leaves fell like notes from a piano and left their ovals echoing in the ear; with gawky music ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
'Twas on the famous Empire run, Whose sun does never set, Whose grass and water, so they say, Have never ...
On one occasion King James the Fifth of Scotland, when alone, in disguise, Near by the Bridge of Cramond met ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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