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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,
Oh, for the power to call to aid,… Own humble Muse, the famed and sa… Then might she fitly sing, and onl… Of those intrepid and unflinching… Who knew no homes save ever moving…
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…
GOOD-BYE to the cradle, the dea… The rude hand of Progress has thr… No more to its motion o’er sleep’s… Our play-weary wayfarers peacefull… No more by the rhythm of slow-movi…
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…
I gave a beggar from my little sto… Of well-earned gold. He spent th… And came again, and yet again, sti… And hungry, as before. I gave a thought, and through that…
When I pass from earth away, Palsied though I be and gray, May my spirit keep so young That my failing, faltering tongue Frames that prayer so dear to me
Hollow a grave where the willows w… And lay him under the grasses, Where the pitying breeze bloweth u… And murmurs a chant as it passes. Lay the beautiful face and the for…
If one poor burdened toiler o’er l… Who meets us by the way, Goes on less conscious of his gall… Then life, indeed, does pay. If we can show one troubled heart…
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…
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 will lay our summer away, my fr… So tenderly lay it away. It was bright and sweet to the ver… Like one long, golden day. Nothing sweeter could come to me,
You left me with the autumn time; When the winter stripped the fores… Then dressed it in his spotless ri… When frosts were lurking in the ai… You left me here and went away.
The fields were bleak and sodden. Not a wing Or note enlivened the depressing w… A soiled and sullen, stubborn snow… Beside the roadway. Winds came m…
Looking some papers over, Dusty and dim and old, I found some words that thrilled m… With their ring of genuine gold– Words that were better than rubies…