God’s Will, Our Wills (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Many hands raised in the hall voices raised to the ceiling, the heavens each one a voice of discernment of ...
Many hands raised in the hall voices raised to the ceiling, the heavens each one a voice of discernment of ...
Who was Jesus, what did the crowd say what did the authorities believe and what about his followers, the disciples ...
Good editor Dana--God bless him, we say-- Will soon be afloat on the main, Will be steaming away Through the ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
Krinken was a little child,-- It was summer when he smiled. Oft the hoary sea and grim Stretched its white ...
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
I IN EXCELSIS Two dwellings, Peace, are thine. One is the mountain-height, Uplifted in the loneliness of light Beyond the ...
I Lover of beauty, walking on the height Of pure philosophy and tranquil song; Born to behold the visions that ...
These -- saw Visions -- Latch them softly -- These -- held Dimples -- Smooth them slow -- This -- ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its ...
In a cafe, once more I heard Your voice - those sparse and frugal notes. Do they not say that ...
He's an old man. Used up and bent, crippled by time and indulgence, he slowly walks along the narrow street. ...
Sharp was the frost, the wind was high And sparkling stars bedeckt the sky Sly Dick in arts of cunning ...
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
To the River Otter Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have past, What happy ...
Dear native brook! wild streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have passed, What happy and what mournful hours, ...
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Beautiful must be the mountains whence ye come, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your ...
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