By K. Iver
At my beloved’s burial,I can’t see his body.Only carnations. I hearyour name and my beloved’sin the ...
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- By Robert DuncanThis is the way it is. We seethree ages in one: the child Jesusinnocent of Jerusalem and Rome- magically...
- By Jupiter HammonI O come you pious youth! adore The wisdom of thy God, In bringing thee from distant shore, To learn His holy...
- By Richard Rolle[Alle perisches and passes pat we with eghe see] It wanes into wrechednes, þe welth of þis worlde. Robes...
- By UnknownListen! I will speak of the sweetest dream, what came to me in the middle of the night, when speech-...
- By UnknownHwæt! Ic swefna cyst secgan wylle, hwæt me gemætte to midre nihte, syðþan reordberend reste wunedon!...
- By William Langland‘þis were a wikkede wey but whoso hadde a gyde þat [myȝte] folwen us ech foot’: þus þis folk hem mened...
- By William LanglandWolleward and weetshoed wente I forþ after As a recchelees renk þat [reccheþ of no wo], And yede for...
- By William LanglandIn a somer seson, whan softe was þe sonne, I shoop me into [a] shrou[d] as I a sheep weere, In habite...
- By CaedmonNow let us praise Heaven-Kingdom's guardian, the Maker's might and his mind's thoughts, the work of ...
- By Harriet Beecher StoweLoudly sweep the winds of autumn O'er that lone, beloved grave, Where we laid those sunny ringlets, ...
- By Harriet Beecher StoweI. MIDNIGHT. "He hath made me to dwell in darkness as those that have been long dead." All dark!—no light, no ...
- By Harriet Beecher StoweKnocking, knocking, ever knocking? Who is there? 'Tis a pilgrim, strange and kingly, Never such was ...
- By St. John of the CrossI. In a dark night, With anxious love inflamed, O, happy lot! Forth unobserved I went, My house being...
- By Hildegard of BingenSpirited light! on the edge of the Presence your yearning burns in the secret darkness, O angels, insatiably...
- By Hildegard of BingenThe Spirit of God is a life that bestows life, root of world-tree and wind in its boughs. Scrubbing ...
- By Michaella Batteni. i am sitting in sunday school in a handsewn pink dress and white lace tights i am putting my hand...
- By Ashlee Hazethe pastor says we are having church and I begin to wonder what it means to possess a thing you cannot touch I...
- By Vievee Francisthat gathered there along his arms, upon the invitation of a slender limb. And not oblivious to human...
- By Forrest GanderAnd then smelling it, feeling before the sound even reaches him, he kneels at cliff's edge and for the...