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Why do we pity those who weep? Th… That finds a ready outlet in the f… Of salt and bitter tears is blesse… And does not need our sympathies.… But fits the shorn field for new y…
Of all the waltzes the great Stra… mad with melody, rhythm—rife From the very first to the final n… Give me his “Artist’s Life!” It stirs my blood to my finger end…
The Radiant Ruler of Mystic Regi… Where souls of artists are fitted… Gathered together their lovely leg… And fashioned a woman to shine on… They bathed her in splendor
False! Good God, I am dreaming! No, no, it never can be– You who are so true in seeming, You, false to your vows and me? My wife and my fair boy’s mother
When night hung low and dew fell d… There fell athwart the shadows The gleaming watchfires of the cam… Like glow-worms on the meadows. The sentinel his measured beat
The saddest hour of anguish and of… Is not that season of supreme desp… When we can find no least light an… To gild the dread, black shadow of… Not in that luxury of sorrow when
Do you remember the name I wore '… The old pet-name of Little Queen… In the dear, dead days that are no… The happiest days of our lives, I… For we loved with that passionate…
Born in the flesh, and bred in the… Some of us harbour still A New World pride: and we flaunt… The Spirit of Bunker Hill. We claim our place, as a separate…
Woman, sitting at your ease, In the midst of luxuries, Bound by chains of selfishness, With no aim but ‘how to dress,’ Does the thought ne’er come to you
I care not who were vicious back o… No shadow of their sins on me is s… My will is greater than heredity. I am no worm to feed upon the dead… My face, my form, my gestures and…
What are these nameless mysteries, These subtleties of life and death… That bring before our spirit eyes The loved and lost; or, like a bre… Of lightest air, will touch the ch…
Let me look always forward. Never… Was I not formed for progress? Ot… With onward pointing feet and sear… Would God have set me squarely on… Up which we all must labour with l…
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.
At morn the wise man walked abroad… Proud with the learning of great f… He laughed and said, “There is no… ’Tis force creates, ’tis reason ru… Meek with the wisdom of great fait…
The New Year dawns again upon the… And all our land re-echoes with it… From east to west, from north to s… The sounds of merriment and goodly… With feast and revelry, with dance…