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The earth is yours and mine, Our God’s bequest. That testament divine Who dare contest? Usurpers of the earth,
In the midst of sunny waters, lo!… Staggers, bruised and torn and wou… One that drifted from its moorings… On the deck our noble Pilot, in t… Lies in woe-impelling silence, dea…
She waited in a rose-hued room; A wanton-hearted creature she, But beautiful and bright to see As some great orchid just in bloom… Upon wide cushions stretched at ea…
In the rapture of life and of livi… I lift up my head and rejoice, And I thank the great Giver for g… The soul of my gladness a voice. In the glow of the glorious weathe…
Just when all hope had perished in… And balked desire made havoc with… My cruel Ladye suddenly grew kind… And sent those gracious words upon… “When knowing Night her dusky sca…
What are these nameless mysteries, These subtleties of life and death… That bring before our spirit eyes The loved and lost; or, like a bre… Of lightest air, will touch the ch…
Sometimes she seems so helpless an… So full of sweet unreason and so w… So prone to some capricious whim o… Now gay, now tearful, and now ange… By her strange moods of waywardnes…
To sin by silence, when we should… Makes cowards out of men. The hum… Has climbed on protest. Had no vo… Against injustice, ignorance and l… The Inquisition yet would serve t…
Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang ou… The roving winds caught it up, and… Louder and louder still, by voices… The cry went up and out and a nati… ‘Come, for the love of God, and h…
The flowers have tender little sou… That love, rejoice, aspire. Each star that on its orbit rolls Feels infinite desire. The diamond longs to scintillate
They say the world is round, and y… I often think it square, So many little hurts we get From corners here and there. But one great truth in life I’ve…
I have been down in the darkest wa… Deep, deep down where no light cou… Alone with the things that are ben… The mindless things that are cruel… I have fought with fear in my wave…
Oh! that is a beautiful land, I w… The land of the Gone-away Souls. Yes, a lovelier region by far than… (Though this is a world most fair)… The goodliest goal of all good goa…
GOOD-BY to the cradle, the dear… The rude hand of Progress has thr… No more to its motion, o’er Sleep… Our play-weary wayfarers peacefull… No more by the rhythm of slow-movi…
She had looked for his coming as w… With the clash of arms and the bug… But he came instead with a stealth… Which she did not hear at all. She had thought how his armor woul…