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Sometimes when I have dropped asl… Draped in soft luxurious gloom, Across my drowsy mind will creep The memory of another room, Where resinous knots in roofboards…
When the first sere leaves of the… I heard, with a heart that was str… Out of the grave of a dead Past c… A voice I fancied forever stilled… All through winter and spring and…
I knew that a baby was hid in that… Though I saw no cradle and heard… But the husband was tip-toeing ‘ro… And the good wife was humming a so… And there was a look on the face o…
Over the ocean of life’s commoti… 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 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
I leave with God to-morrow’s wher… And do concern myself but with the… That little word, though half the… Well used, holds twice its meaning… Like one blindfolded groping out h…
She must be honest, both in though… Of generous impulse, and above all… Not seeking praise, or place, or p… But life’s best blessings for her… Which means the best for all.
My heart is like a little bird That sits and sings for very gladn… Sorrow is some forgotten word, And so, except in rhyme, is sadnes… The world is very fair to me—
Oh, boastful, wicked land, that on… How bitter and how black must be y… While Time goes down the centurie… Time’s voice is just. His words r… The clear-eyed Future slowly writ…
Life is a ponderous lesson-book, a… The teacher. When I came to love’… My teacher turned the page and bad… ‘Learn first,’ she said, 'love’s g… And o’er and o’er through many a l…
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,…
Laugh, and the world laughs with y… Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow… But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer;
Who has not felt his heart leap up… What time the tulips first begin t… Has one sweet joy, still left for… It is like early loves’ imagining; That fragile pleasure, which the…
If I should die, to-day, To-morrow, maybe, the world would… Would waken from sleep, and say, “Why here was talent! why here was… Why here was a luminous light o’ t…
Now who is ready to go with me Off and away to dream town? Oh, such a journey as that will be… All dressed in a snow white gown. No shoe or stocking, they think it…