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 ...
Upon a bank I sat, a child made seer Of one small primrose flowering in my mind. Better than wealth ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
For the whole world living in love infused with God's grace the landing of the dove Transformed on the mountain ...
We are born, created, made in the image of God He was born, came into the world in the likeness ...
In seeing Him, we see God in imagining the face of Jesus we get an image of God an approximation ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture -- we discover -- Or a splintered ...
He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast -- ...
I count the dismal time by months and years Since last I felt the green sward under foot, And the ...
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright, Let temple burn, or flax; an ...
THE GREY road whereupon we trod became as holy ground: The eve was all one voice that breathed its message ...
A flying word from here and there Had sown the name at which we sneered, To be reviled and then ...
There's blood between us, love, my love, There's father's blood, there's brother's blood, And blood's a bar I cannot pass. ...
O Pride of the days in prime of the months Now trebled in great renown, When before the ark of ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
When first your glory shone upon my face My body kindled to a mighty flame, And burnt you yielding in ...
All yesterday it poured, and all night long I could not sleep; the rain unceasing beat Upon the shingled roof ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the ...
Sometimes in morning sunlights by the river Where in the early fall long grasses wave, Light winds from over the ...
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