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When winter chills your aged bones As by the fire you sit and nod, You’ll hear a passing wind that mo… And think of one beneath the sod. You’ll feebly sleek your hair of g…
The seeking souls, by baleful fire… Torn by entrapping brambles, thirs… Hear on the lonely waste the steal… And half-held breath of glaring be… Then soft hands lead them where th…
The patriot from his walls of bras… Is singing loudly as I pass; With fearless heart and open eyes, He shouts the ancient battle cries… And, where I pause to hear him si…
Not till the sun, that brings to b… The myriad marvels of the earth And bids us look with wandering ey… On all that here about us lies, Has gone behind the hill,
I have sought and followed you, dr… Led out by a laughing wind on a tu… On crags amid clouds, in cups that… And deep in the gem-lit gloom of t… And on widespread wings where the…
The world, all busy round us here… Is still unchanged: but you are tw… The mind, victorious with the risi… Steps boldly and blithely through… On greener grass where brighter fl…
Stupidity and Selfishness and Fea… Who hold enslaved the intellect of… Have found their victims here. We saw them go, alert to seek the… Where phantom Glory showered her…
While the summer day is hot You and I will loaf awhile, Lolling in a leafy spot, Lali of the cunning smile. You and I have little care
The doom is imminent of unholy hat… Hail to the light that glimmers wh… Are shaken by winds of dawning, an… Of hemlock swirl and scatter in th… Love, that has learned in faith to…
Spring, and the wispy clouds that… And draw the ecstatic soul in pain… In maddening flight through heaven… To melt in rapture at the heart of… The powers of the world that promi…
Seasons bloom and seasons wither;… Must we try with floods of bitter… Vainly chase the brown and broken… Shall we scorn the flowers around… Flowers giving loads of fragrance…
And can you tell me Love is blind Because your faults he will not fi… Because the image that he sees Is one of splendid mysteries? And if he lack the power to look
Time, who with soft pale ashes vei… Of many a hope that flared against… To plant its heaven-storming banne… Has touched you with no desecratin… Your beauty wins a ripeness sweet…
Love may trace his echoing footste… Rugged Kretschmann, the musician,… Never see the low broad figure, ma… And the quiet furrowed features, n… But from many a home there rises m…
Borne in the car along a crowded w… Sun-soaked, I saw the world like… Or phantom boats, upon a running t… Driven through flying fog at break… “The chain gang? Yes,” I heard a…