"The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never any more the dead."
Tag: living
Poetry: Keats – To Autumn
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shellsWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,And …
Poetry: Milton – When I consider how my light is spent
When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hideLodged with me useless, though my soul more bentTo serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; "Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?"I fondly ask. But Patience, to …
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Poetry: Shakespeare – Sonnet 146
For once death is dead, swallowed up in Christ's victory, "there's no more dying then."
Review: Faith that Engages the Culture
This is a book that every Christian should read as it will educate and embolden you to reach others, loved by God, with the life-saving message of the Gospel.
Madelyn Rose Craig 