A Rustic Cathedral (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A small sacred, holy space cloistered in the edge of the woods a place for reflection, meditation for fellowship and ...
A small sacred, holy space cloistered in the edge of the woods a place for reflection, meditation for fellowship and ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Indeed this is the sweet life! my hand Is under no proud man's command; There is no voice to break ...
When April scatters charms of primrose gold Among the copper leaves in thickets old, And singing skylarks from the meadows ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
O wonderful! How liquid clear The molten gold of that ethereal tone, Floating and falling through the wood alone, A ...
For that thy face is fair I love thee not; Nor yet because the light of thy brown eyes Hath ...
Long, long, long the trail Through the brooding forest-gloom, Down the shadowy, lonely vale Into silence, like a room Where ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down Among the famous palaces and cities of renown, ...
'Tis fine to see the Old World, and travel up and down Among the famous palaces and cities of renown, ...
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the glance Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms ...
I How warm this woodland wild Recess ! Love surely hath been breathing here ; And this sweet bed of ...
I saw her crop a rose Right early in the day, And I went to kiss the place Where she ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. ...
Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; ...
Since now from woodland mist and flooded clay I am fled beside the steep Devonian shore, Nor stand for welcome ...
Amid the gray trunks of ancient trees we found the gay woodland lilies nodding on their stems, frail and fair, ...
-and not simply by the fact that this shading of forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam, the gloom of ...
I Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold And very Regent of the untroubled sky, Whom in a dream St. Hilda ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
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