Introduction To The Song Of Hiawatha (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
peaches exude this thrall - reminders of those luscious whereabouts that lips best find their precious sips to cry let ...
IN the deepest nights of Winter To the Muses kind oft cried I: "Not a ray of morn is gleaming, ...
When man had ceased to utter his lament, A god then let me tell my tale of sorrow. WHAT hope ...
PASSION brings reason--who can ...
Our nation must be committed speaking out in freedom the aspirations of the people responding to the spring the Arab ...
Not in public raising shouts to the heavens not in the streets for show, for recognition Seeking our Master the ...
My prayers in the darkness the yearnings of my heart hope in your answers in the arms of your grace, ...
We are called to continue to pray to ask the desires the yearnings of our hearts to seek his answer ...
Uncomfortable the tug of Your calling to leave the pews the congregation safety with these walls to go where we ...
In our nature we with feet of clay fighting with the Spirit trying to have our own way Needing to ...
In the words he didn't understand the pain they were suffering his hand upon their sorrow leading him to you ...
seeking you, your presence finding stillness, comfort in your loving arms hoping for your grace to wrap around me providing ...
Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at ...
I have questioned the loyalty of rivers in winter, their yearnings for oceans obstructed, indecisive meandering clogged by ice floes ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
WHAT thing shall be held up to woman's beauty? Where are the bounds of it? Yea, what is all The ...
NOW when the spirit in us wakes and broods, Filled with home yearnings, drowsily it flings From its deep heart ...
O say, thou wild, thou oft deceived heart, What mean these noisy throbbings in my breast? After thy long, unutterable ...
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