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BOOK FIRST. ALL valor died not on the plains… Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine t… To sing of deeds as dauntless and… As e’er lent luster to a warrior’s…
By the castle-gate my lady stands, Viewing broad acres and spreading… Hill and valley and mead and plain Are all her own, with their wealth… In the richest of rich robes she i…
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.
Only a simple rhyme of love and so… Where 'blisses’ rhymed with ‘kisse… Yet, reading it, new strength I s… To live on bravely and to do my pa… A little rhyme about a heart that’…
Love thyself last. Look near, be… To those who walk beside thee down… Make glad their days by little act… And help them bear the burden of e… Love thyself last. Look far and…
Above the din of commerce, above t… Of labor disputing with riches, of… Above the hurry and hustle and roa… Where men are fighting for riches.… I see no savage host, I hear no m…
Only a blunder-a sad mistake; All my own fault and mine alone. The saddest error a heart can make… I was so young, or I would have k… Only his rare, sweet, tender smile…
Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot; Or so the unperceiving thought, Who looked no deeper than her face… Devoid of chiselled lines of grace… No farther than her humble grate,
There’s many a house of grandeur, With turret, tower and dome, That knows not peace or comfort, And does not prove a home. I do not ask for splendor
We cannot choose our sorrows. One… Who, reverent of soul, and strong… Cried, ‘God, though Thou shouldst… Yet will I praise thy everlasting… Beggared, my faith would never hal…
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…
Over the ocean of life’s commotion We sail till the night comes on. Sail and sail in a tiny boat, Drifting wherever the billows go. Out on the treacherous sea afloat,
The hurry of the times affects us… In this swift rushing hour, we cro… And thrust each other backward as… And do not pause to lay sufficient… Upon that good, strong, true word,…
We will be what we could be. Do n… “It might have been, had not this,… No fate can keep us from the chose… He only might who is. We will do what we could do. Do n…
There is something in the sound of… That stirs all the savage instinct… In the old times of peace we went… Through proper days Of little joys and tasks. Lonely…