The Quaker Graveyard in Nantucket (Robert Lowell Poem)
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
When Julius Fabricius, Sub-Prefect of the Weald, In the days of Diocletian owned our Lower River-field, He called to him ...
Only his love held him to the cross only his grace released us from our chains God alone, redeeming us ...
He did not have to do this Christ did not have to die he chose to submit to go to ...
Only Christ's love held him to the cross the power to choose to save us from lost He went to ...
Not human nails driven in his hands not human hands that lifted him up the tree of the cross a ...
The love of our Savior come down from heaven the nails of his love held him to the cross Not ...
In some sense the statement true Christ had to die to set us free unable by ourselves to change from ...
Gripped by fears doubts, the winds raging causing him to sink when he took his sights off Jesus Afraid, still ...
They each spoke, crying to our creator, to our savior, to our shared creed, our shared beliefs speaking, praying, invoking ...
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
This hideous, upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromed in places, design possibility for the future canned ham. Its genius wonderful, circa ...
Since now from woodland mist and flooded clay I am fled beside the steep Devonian shore, Nor stand for welcome ...
KIND Sir, I've read your paper through, And faith, to me, 'twas really new! How guessed ye, Sir, what maist ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
This brand of soap has the same smell as once in the big House he visited when he was eight: ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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