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In the long run fame finds the des… The lucky wight may prosper for a… But in good time true merit leads… And vain pretense, unnoticed, goes… There is no Chance, no Destiny, n…
Into the world’s most high and hol… Men carry selfishness, and graft a… The air is rent with warring of th… Loud Dogmas drown a brother’s cry… The Fleet-of-Creeds, upon Time’s…
I saw a maid with her chivalrous l… He was both tender and true; He kissed her lips, vowing over an… ‘Darling, I worship you.’ Sing, sing, bird of the spring,
Once over the ocean in distant lan… In an age long past, were two host… Two armies of men, both brave, bot… And their hearts beat high as they… To fight the battle of right and w…
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…
Of all the blessings which my life… I value most, and most praise God… Want, Loneliness and Pain, those… Who, masquerade in the garb of foe… For many a year, and filled my hea…
If I should die, how kind you all… In that strange hour I would not… There are no words too beautiful t… Of one who goes forevermore away Across that ebbing tide which has…
Whenever I am prone to doubt or w… I check myself, and say, “That mi… Who made the solar system cannot b… And for the best all things are be… Who set the stars on their eternal…
Oh! the maidens of France are cer… And I think every fellow will sta… That the 'what-you-may-call-it’ co… They put up their hair is great! And they know how to dress, and th…
There is a courage, a majestic thi… That springs forth from the brow o… Minerva-like, and dares all danger… And all the threatening future yet… Crowned with the helmet of great s…
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.’
My soul is like a poor caged bird… Beating its wings against the pris… Longing to reach the outer world o… And, all untrammelled, soar among… Wild, mighty thoughts struggle wit…
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,
If I could clasp my little babe Upon my breast to-night, I would not mind the blowing wind That shrieketh in affright. Oh, my lost babe! my little babe,
Nay, seer, I do not doubt thy mys… Nor question that the tenor of my… Past, present and the future, is r… There in my horoscope. I do beli… That yon dead moon compels the hau…