The land is numb. It stands beneath the feet, and one may come Walking securely, till the sea extends Its limber margin,… — Yvor Winters Copy Share Image
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term. — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Samson's tapping feet come closer, but again he pauses and knocks on a door. I don't mind. The pauses make it better.… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
Not to the swift, the race: Not to the strong, the fight: Not to the righteous, perfect grace: Not to the wise,… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
