Honour (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Me let the world disparage and despise — As one unfettered with its gilded chains, As one untempted by its ...
Me let the world disparage and despise — As one unfettered with its gilded chains, As one untempted by its ...
Pale flowers are you, that scarce have known the sun!Your little faces like sad blossoms seem,Shut in some room, there ...
I could have sung as sweet as any larkWho in unfettered skies doth find him blest,And sings to leaning angels ...
Third Avenue in sunlight. Nature's error. Already the bars are filled and John is there. Beneath a plentiful lady over ...
Lifted up, released of my chains unfettered in my journey yet carrying the cross the Spirit within me lifting me ...
Rising from our rest up to the citadels at the ramparts for the dawning watching, away for the new thing ...
Our hope, our prayer entering into worship sharing this time together hearing your holy word That we would be open ...
In the words of Christ the kernel of our hope what we believe seeking happiness the pursuit of blessedness unfettered ...
Is it their modern sense of innocence little children, or their rank disposable, at the bottom in either case, whatever ...
Joy At the starting A new life New friends, peers, colleagues Challenges for my mind My spirit, myself Unfettered, open, ...
It was long I lay Awake that night Wishing that night Would name the hour And tell me whether To ...
--And yet this great wink of eternity, Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings, Samite sheeted and processioned where Her undinal vast ...
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
WE take from life one little share, And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care, ...
HE bent above: so still her breath What air she breathed he could not say, Whether in worlds of life ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
Freedom. How her spirit Haunts, Hooks, Entices us all! Freedom, Will the time come For my ideas to roam Across ...
We crossed to the other side, the burgee of the boat ceased flapping and lagged behind like a dead wing. ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
The poet sang of a battle-field Where doughty deeds were done, Where stout blows rang on helm and shield And ...
Come, for the dusk is our own; let us fare forth together, With a quiet delight in our hearts for ...
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