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WARS and rumours of wars"—the cl… And a man must now be a man, if ev… “Wars and rumours of wars”—a cry f… For the vultures are gathered toge… War! Shall we flinch! Shall we tr…
DO you remember how, one autumn n… We sat upon the rocks and watched… In dreamlike silence, while the mo… On you and me? How, as we lingered musing, side b…
I STOOD in that strange show, t… On Baker Street, where all the fa… Fair dames, and murderers come to… With clockwork breast and face of… To scare the young. Thrice in the…
WITH each new day new cares will… Trials and heart-aches; yet do tho… But take them lovingly, and, weavi… Into a crown of thorns, wear and l… For ever on thy head, a diadem,
I SOMETIMES think that had I… In those old days when Thou wast… Clothed with our flesh, a man as w… The very sight had filled my soul… I should have clung to Thee, and…
WHAT boots it to be great? To live in royal state And feast with kings, Since now all things One doom await?
O rising Sun, so fair and gay, What are you bringing me, I pray, Of sorrow or of joy to-day? You look as if you meant to please… Reclining in your gorgeous ease
I HAVE Thee now, O Jesu, Enshrined within my soul, In all Thy love and fulness, With power to make me whole. Though cold and so unworthy,
A WAYSIDE cross at set of day Unto my sprit thus did say’ “O soul, my branching arms you see Point four ways to infinity. ”One points to infinite above,
’TWAS afternoon in winter, and t… Sloped softly up the walls, as day… In tremulous cloud-beams, while th… Blazoned with saints the columns o… All sounds had died away; to left…
DEDICATION O POOR, sad hearts that strug… Like shipwrecked sailors on a spar… Through deepening glooms, if haply… Some day-dawn glimmer of what is t…
THE three Fates sat in a house o… Ah, well a day; ah, well a day; Their eyes were bright, but not wi… They have no love for the sons of… And their lips were parched and gr…
Plunged in night, I sit alone Eyeless on this dungeon stone, Naked, shaggy, and unkempt, Dreaming dreams no soul hath dream… Rats and vermin round my feet
WINTER forests mutely standing Naked on your bed of snow, Wide your knotted arms expanding To the biting winds that blow, Nought ye heed of storm or stress,
DAY after day, As I have wandered thro’ the fiel… Gay, happy fields, bright with the… Flower after flower Has bloomed beside my path;