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The consciousness of my mortality Which used to blind and limit all… Weighs on me not since I have bee… Death is the price of our felicity… And life eternal would not leave u…
THERE was an instant when he mig… He could not see the lady; but ins… He nodded with a blank, impassive… And waited, never moving from his… Beside the window, till a moment m…
LONG since I taught my spirit to… The Sage’s great commandment - to… And so to lose life’s bitterness a… And taste its sweetness; and I we… Eluding joy and sorrow, grave and…
HER hair was beautifully white Beneath her bonnet, black as night… Which, plainly of New England kin… Was tied with strings beneath her… And when she spoke I had no choic…
(' Women are often tempters to sexual sin and delight in it. . . A recent report of a female probation officer relates that some of the girls who, as we may say euphemistically’ had gon...
AND will you rest at last, storm-… In this poor heart, who would your… Will you sink down at last, conten… The common treaures of tranquillit… Will you forget your high and fier…
Oft on my way, my daily task pursu… Meet I two fairy figures face to… Beauty and Peace, who smile on me… All else I see with something of… Not in my youth did I their shape…
YES, you have guessed it. Do not… Indeed, I did not dream, 0 tender… When first we met, that in a littl… My words would dim you with pain’s… Do not reproach me, for I suffer…
ONLY the stars remain to travele… Unalterable; the waters change the… Beneath the flattery of alien skie… From jade to silver and from bronz… Sunrise and sunset spread their lo…
(Her lover speaks.) AN equal love between a man and w… This is the only charm to set us f… And this the only omen Of immortality.
THE house is empty, and the garde… A shadowed aisle of linden and of… A marble vase, a glimpse of river-… Translucent white against transpar… A mystery of boxwood and of byway,
WON’T it be curious when I am de… Some one, unknown to me, here in m… Curious surely for others to see Trifles I made or marred outlasti… All my possessions - bracelets and…
ONCE for thy brow a wreath I wis… And, seeking long, I could no flo… Now golden flowers are blooming fa… But, ah! dear love, thou art no lo…
‘ Some Cupid kills with arrows, s… I WRITE for those, of whom I kn… Young, pretty, and a little bit fl… Who would do even more harm, if th… The science of the Art of being G…
You who are strong, and do not kno… That weaker spirits feel, but do n… The need to lean on someone who is… Oh! see you give their silent want… Be not so busy with your own caree…