"...he wept as he held the wife he loved, the soul of loyalty, in his arms at last."
"...he wept as he held the wife he loved, the soul of loyalty, in his arms at last."
"The news of a day I've forgotten -- If I ever read it." -Robert Frost "A Patch of Old Snow
“Do you want me to read it?” Before me sat half a dozen middle schoolers, watching with that wide-eyed curiosity and amazement that I know will be hidden in only a few short years. They watched and giggled and nodded their heads, some of them even cheering me on. They had already heard me read …
’Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,Taught my benighted soul to understandThat there’s a God, that there’s a Saviour too:Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.Some view our sable race with scornful eye,‘Their colour is a diabolic die.’Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain,May be refin’d, and join th’ angelic train.Phillis Wheatley, On Being Brought from Africa to America I first heard …
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In the bleak mid-winterFrosty wind made moan;Earth stood hard as iron,Water like a stone;Snow had fallen, snow on snow,Snow on snow,In the bleak mid-winterLong ago. I know very few poems by Christina Rossetti, but her winter and Christmas poems and songs have found a special place in my heart, and this one more than most. …