Things That Never Die (Charles Dickens Poem)
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in youth, The impulses to wordless prayer, The streams of ...
What a question, what a test putting it on the line, with him right there in your face, after the ...
We are a timid flock a safe and secure and aging flock rise up, rise up get on your feet ...
Wheat and the Weeds explained metaphors of good and evil now and then at the end Too important, too precious ...
Four books of sheep, timid, unsure followers fearful and obtuse about the incredible journey their role, these fishers of men ...
"Give me my bow," said Robin Hood, "An arrow give to me; And where 't is shot mark thou that ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
The Oriole sings in the greening grove As if he were half-way waiting, The rosebuds peep from their hoods of ...
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally ...
Their Height in Heaven comforts not -- Their Glory -- nought to me -- 'Twas best imperfect -- as it ...
The fascinating chill that music leaves Is Earth's corroboration Of Ecstasy's impediment -- 'Tis Rapture's germination In timid and tumultuous ...
The Birds reported from the South -- A News express to Me -- A spicy Charge, My little Posts -- ...
The Beggar Lad -- dies early -- It's Somewhat in the Cold -- And Somewhat in the Trudging feet -- ...
I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come -- And we are waiting for the ...
I think just how my shape will rise -- When I shall be "forgiven" -- Till Hair -- and Eyes ...
Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself Upon his rare approach -- Go rapid, lest Competing Death Prevail upon the ...
For every Bird a Nest -- Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round -- Wherefore when boughs ...
All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One -- All forsook, for just a Stranger's New Accompanying -- Grace of ...
A Field of Stubble, lying sere Beneath the second Sun -- Its Toils to Brindled People thrust -- Its Triumphs ...
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven? Did I sing -- too loud? But -- I can say ...
The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man -- And like a Host -- "Come in" I boldly answered -- ...
She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand -- Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The ...
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will ...
These are the days when Birds come back -- A very few -- a Bird or two -- To take ...
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, Impatient of no Child -- The feeblest -- or the waywardest -- Her Admonition ...
O learned man who never learned to learn, Save to deduce, by timid steps and small, From towering smoke that ...
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