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Alone I climb the steep ascending… Which leads to knowledge. In the… That hurry after, shouting to the… Small fragments of large truths, t… Who comprehends my purpose, or who…
I love the tropics, where sun and… Go forth together, a joyous train, To hold up the green, gay side of… And to keep earth’s banners of blo… I love the scents that are hidden…
At morn the wise man walked abroad… Proud with the learning of great f… He laughed and said, “There is no… ’Tis force creates, ’tis reason ru… Meek with the wisdom of great fait…
They met each other in the glade— She lifted up her eyes; Alack the day! Alack the maid! She blushed in swift surprise. Alas! alas! the woe that comes fro…
You never can tell when you send a… Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or… Just where it may chance to go! It may pierce the breast of your d…
Above her veil a shrouded Moorish… Showed melting eyes, as limpid as… A brow untouched by care; a band o… And nothing more. The all-conceal… Fell to her high arched instep. A…
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.
‘Black sheep, black sheep, have yo… ‘Yes, sir-yes, sir: three bags ful… ‘I don’t want any New Thought,' s… ‘Or any Theosophy, for, you see, The faith I learned at my mother’…
I own the charms of lovely Nature… In human nature more delight I fi… Though sweet the murmuring voices… I much prefer the voices of my kin… I like the roar of cities. In the…
It is done! in the fire’s fitful f… The last line has withered and cur… In a tiny white heap of dead ashes Lie buried the hopes of your world… There were mad foolish vows in eac…
I dreamed a Voice, of one God-aut… Cried loudly thro’ the world, ‘Di… And there was consernation in the… And men who strutted under braid a… Beat on their medalled breasts, an…
The God of the day has vanished, The light from the hills has fled, And the hand of an unseen artist Is painting the west all red. All threaded with gold and crimson…
Here in my office I sit and write Hour on hour, and day on day, With no one to speak to from morn… Though I have a neighbour just ov… Across the alley that yawns betwee…
Whatever the task that comes your… Just take it as part of your luck. Look it right square in the eyes,… ‘This is my
Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust. In restless youth I railed at fat…