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Thou Christ of mine, Thy gracious… Through these glad New Year days, To catch the countless prayers to… For e’en hard hearts do raise Some secret wish for fame, or gold…
God measures souls by their capaci… For entertaining his best Angel,… Who loveth most is nearest kin to… Who is all Love, or Nothing. He who sits
The passion you forbade my lips to… Will not be silenced. You must he… The sullen thunders when they roll… And when the tempest nears, with w… I know your calm forgetfulness is…
Before this scarf was faded, What hours of mirth it knew; How gayly it paraded From smiling eyes to view. The days were tinged with glory,
If I should die, to-day, To-morrow, maybe, the world would… Would waken from sleep, and say, “Why here was talent! why here was… Why here was a luminous light o’ t…
In France I saw a hill-a gentle s… Rising above old tombs to greet th… From soft spring skies. Beyond th… But those green graves bespeak a b… There was a row of narrow beds, ne…
Said the manicure scissors one day… ‘The shears always have their own… And I think it absurd That I am deterred From entering into life’s fray.
I’m sick of 'musn’ts,' said Dorot… Sick of musn’ts, as I can be. From early dawn till the close of… I hear a musn’t, and never a may. It’s 'you musn’t lie there like a…
Oh many a duel the world has seen That was bitter with hate, that wa… But I sing of a duel by far more… Than ever a poet was sung before. It was waged by night, yea by day…
Let the dream go. Are there not o… In vastness of clouds hid from thy… That yet shall gild with beautiful… And shoot the shadows through and… What matters one lost vision of th…
There are curious isles in the Ri… Curious isles without number. We’ll visit them all as we leisure… Down the winding stream whose curr… In our beautiful barge of Slumber…
In India’s land one listens aghas… To the people who scream and bawl; For each caste yells at a lower ca… And the Britisher yells at them a…
Baby was playing and down he fell,… Mama will kiss him and make him we… Oh! what a miracle this is! Baby was running and stubbed his t… If mama will kiss him the pain wil…
I will paint you a sign, rumseller… And hang it above your door; A truer and better signboard Than ever you had before. I will paint with the skill of a m…
As we journey along, with a laugh… We see, on youth’s flower-decked s… Like a beacon of light, shining fa… The beautiful Station of Hope. But the wheels of old Time roll a…