Love – 1 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Live humbly Open yourself for others Victory over prejudice Everyone deserving March 6, 2007 18:57 (Raymond A. Foss)
Live humbly Open yourself for others Victory over prejudice Everyone deserving March 6, 2007 18:57 (Raymond A. Foss)
Redeemed by his blood Immortal savior Sacrifice to save Eternal victory Never to die again Look down on your sheep ...
They sit, week on week, year on year, solitary matriarchs Hair of silver, grey, white, spun gold Stoic women, widows, ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
The war of words is done; The red-lipped cannon speak; The battle has begun. The web your speeches spun Tears ...
The land was broken in despair, The princes quarrelled in the dark, When clear and tranquil, through the troubled air ...
When I was small, a Woman died -- Today -- her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac -- His ...
Victory comes late -- And is held low to freezing lips -- Too rapt with frost To take it -- ...
Title divine -- is mine! The Wife -- without the Sign! Acute Degree -- conferred on me -- Empress of ...
My Triumph lasted till the Drums Had left the Dead alone And then I dropped my Victory And chastened stole ...
My Portion is Defeat -- today -- A paler luck than Victory -- Less Paeans -- fewer Bells -- The ...
I should have been too glad, I see -- Too lifted -- for the scant degree Of Life's penurious Round ...
Delayed till she had ceased to know -- Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay -- ...
A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be -- Sunrise -- Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I ...
"Heaven" has different Signs -- to me -- Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place ...
I have a King, who does not speak -- So -- wondering -- thro' the hours meek I trudge the ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile, Spreads its curious opinion To ...
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
How should I know? The enormous wheels of will Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and terrorized a white cross-eyed tailless cat I took him ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
AFAR 1 the illustrious Exile roams, Whom kingdoms on this day should hail; An inmate in the casual shed, On ...
FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the broad setting sun; Farewell, loves and ...
MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
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