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What is flirtation? Really, How can I tell you that? But when she smiles I see its wil… And when he lifts his hat. ’Tis walking in the moonlight,
If it were in my dead Past’s powe… To let my Present bask In some lost pleasure for an hour, This is the boon I’d ask: Re-pedestal from out the dust
In grandmamma’s kitchen, things go… The cream in a pot on the shelf, Where everything always seemed pea… Got whipped, for I heard it mysel… And grandmamma said-such a queer t…
Back of each soldier who fights fo… Aye, back of each woman and man Who toils and prays through these… Is the spirit of Great Joan. For the love she gave, and the lif…
A trusting little leaf of green, A bold audacious frost; A rendezvous, a kiss or two, And youth for ever lost. Ah, me!
Let me to-day do something that sh… A little sadness from the world’s… And may I be so favoured as to ma… Of joy’s too scanty sum a little m… Let me not hurt, by any selfish de…
Life is a privilege. Its youthful… Shine with the radiance of continu… To live, to breathe, to wonder and… To feed with dreams the heart’s pe… To thrill with virtuous passions,…
I saw a mother give wine to her bo… The rain-drops fall and fall: The pride of his parents, a househ… A mother’s blessing, her all. I saw the cheek of the youth grow…
I told you the winter would go, lo… I told you the winter would go, That he’d flee in shame when the s… And you smiled when I told you so… You said the blustering fellow
I left the farm when mother died a… To daughter Susie’s stylish hou… And there was them before I came… How I would find the town folks’… They said I’d have no comfort i…
O mother who sips sweetened liquor… Look down at the child on your bre… Think, think of the rough path bef… And ask yourself then, ‘Is it bes… Shall I foster a love for this po…
Oh hush, little baby, thy papa’s a… The big billows rock him as mamma… He hastes to his dear ones o’er bi… Then sleep, little darling, till p… Sleep, little baby; hush, little b…
Now ere I slept, my prayer had be… To do the will of Christ, our Lor… And with this prayer upon my lips… But suddenly the world of night a… From forest, and from slaughter ho…
Adieu, Romauld! But thou canst no… Although no more I haunt thy drea… Thy hungering heart forever must r… And starve for those lost moments… Naught shall avail thy priestly ri…
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…