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His eye was wild and his face was taut with anger and hate and rage, And the things he muttered were much too strong for the ink of the printed page. I found him there when the dusk...
Life is a challenge to the bold, It flings its gauntlet down And bids us, if we seek for gold And glory and renown, To come and take them from its sto…
I would rather see a Mason, than… I would rather one would walk with… The eye’s a better pupil and more… Fine counsel is confusing, but exa… And the best of all the Masons ar…
People liked him, not because He was rich or known to fame; He had never won applause As a star in any game. His was not a brilliant style,
A warship and a woman’s hat Are just alike, I state, They 're big and ugly, cost a heap… And soon get out date.
I’d like to leave but daffodills to mark my little way, To leave but tulips red and white behind me as I stray; I’d like to pass away from earth
Pa’s not so very big or brave; he… His hands are soft like little gir… Ma weighs a whole lot more than P… Out in the river all day long, but… But when the thunder starts to rol…
It is better as it is: I have fai… Though the pit I now am in is ver… I can walk to-morrow’s streets and… Unashamed to face their gaze as I… I have lost the hope I had; in th…
IT’S one o’ my idees that men ain… They ain’t all built fer ploughin’… An’ they ain’t all made fer battli… There must be some of us on earth… Leastwise it strikes me that way—i…
I REMEMBER the first tiny cry… And my heart felt a thrill that it… And my face which a moment before… With the sunlight of love and of h… And yet I am sure that I loved he…
We play at our house and have all… An’ there’s always a game when sup… An’ at our house there’s marks on… An’ some terrible scratches on som… An’ ma says that our house is sure…
I reckon the finest sight of all That a man can see in this world o… Ain’t the works of art on the gall… Or the red an’ white o’ the fust s… Or a hoard o’ gold from the yellow…
If I were running a factory I’d stick up a sign for all to see… I’d print it large and I’d nail i… On every wall that the men walked… And I’d have it carry this senten…
Full many a time a thought has com… That had a bitter meaning in it. And in the conversation’s hum I lost it ere I could begin it. I’ve had it on my tongue to spring
He swore that he’d be true to her, If she would only marry him; That as his wife, throughout his l… She’d never know a moment grim. He vowed that he would toil for he…