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A little leaf just in the forest’s… All summer long, had listened to t… Of amorous brids that flew across… Singing their blithe sweet songs f… So many were the flattering things…
There are ghosts in the room. As I sit here alone, from the dar… They come out of the gloom, And they stand at my side and they… There’s the ghost of a Hope
I saw a fair youth, with a brow br… And an eye that was beaming with i… And his face seemed to glow with t… And I said, 'He will grace and en… He is Nature’s own king.’
Immortal life is something to be e… By slow, self-conquest, comradeshi… And patient seeking after higher t… We cannot follow our own wayward w… And feed our baser appetites and g…
Now is the time when India is gay With wedding parties; and the radi… Seem like a scattered rainbow taki… In human pleasures. Dressed in br… They fling upon the bride their wr…
We two were lovers, the Sea and I… We plighted our troth 'neath a s… And all through the riotous ardent… We dreamed, and loved, and rejoice… * * *
Before this scarf was faded, What hours of mirth it knew; How gayly it paraded From smiling eyes to view. The days were tinged with glory,
A humble wild-rose, pink and slend… Was plucked and placed in a bright… Beside a Jacqueminot’s royal sple… And both in my lady’s boudoir lay. Said the haughty bud, in a tone of…
All the aim of life is just Getting back to God. Spirit casting off its dust, Getting back to God. Every grief we have to bear
Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine… As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth here His earthly race without a foe. I saw a prize, “Run,” cried my fr…
On the white throat of useless pas… That scorched my soul with its bur… I clutched my fingers in murderous… And gathered them close in a grip… For why should I fan, or feed wit…
The Queen is taking a drive to-da… They have hung with purple the car… They have dressed with purple the… Where the Queen goes forth and ne… Let no man labour as she goes by
All the uniforms were blue, all th… When the regiment went marching do… All the men were hale and strong a… Through the cheers that drowned th… Oh the music of the feet keeping t…
Under the light of the silver moon We two sat, when our hearts were y… The night was warm with the breath… And loud from the meadow the crick… And darker and deeper, oh, love, t…
The Day has never understood the… Though sired by one Creative Powe… The White Man ever fails to read… Though from the self-same Source… So deep and wide, the Great Divid…