Lay his sword by his side —it hath… Not to rest near his pillow below; To the last moment true, from his… Its point was still turn’d to a fl… Fellow—labourers in life, let them…
“How sweetly,” said the trembling… Of her own gentle voice afraid, So long had they in silence stood, Looking upon that tranquil flood— “How sweetly does the moon—beam sm…
I’ve a secret to tell thee, but hu… Oh! not where the world its vigil… I’ll seek, to whisper it in thine… Some shore where the Spirit of Si… Where Summer’s wave unmurmuring d…
It is not the tear at this moment… When the cold turf has just been l… That can tell how beloved was the… Or how deep in our hearts we deplo… ‘Tis the tear, through many a long…
In the morning of life, when its c… And its pleasures in all their new… When we live in a bright-beaming w… And the light that surrounds us is… Oh ‘tis not, believe me, in that h…
If thou’lt be mine, the treasures… Of earth, and sea, shall lie at th… Whatever in Fancy’s eye looks fai… Or in Hope’s sweet music sounds m… Shall be ours —if thou wilt be min…
I’d mourn the hopes that leave me, If thy smiles had left me too; I’d weep when friends deceive me, If thou wert, like them, untrue. But while I’ve thee before me,
I wish I was by that dim Lake, Where sinful souls their farewell… Of this vain world, and half—way l… In death’s cold shadow, ere they d… There, there, far from thee,
I saw thy form in youthful prime, Nor thought that pale decay Would steal before the steps of T… And waste its bloom away, Mary! Yet still thy features wore that l…
I saw from the beach, when the mor… A bark o’er the waters move glorio… I came when the sun o’er that beac… The bark was still there, but the… And such is the fate of our life’s…
How oft has the Benshee cried, How oft has death untied Bright links that Glory wove, Sweet bonds entwined by Love. Peace to each manly soul that slee…
How dear to me the hour when dayli… And sunbeams melt along the silent… For then sweet dreams of other day… And memory breathes her vesper sig… And, as I watch the line of light…
Go then, if she, whose shade thou… No more will let thee soothe my pa… Yet, tell her, it has cost this he… Some pangs, to give thee back agai… Tell her, the smile was not so dea…
Has sorrow thy young days shaded, As clouds o’er the morning fleet? Too fast have those young days fad… That, even in sorrow, were sweet? Does Time with his cold wing with…
Love is what u define, With life’s term, I am fine! The question whom to love is trick… Cos hw u find diamond without hitt… I met my diamond of this lifetime,
The chemist creates the brazen approximation: Life Thy will be done
He lived—childhood summers thru bare feet then years of money’s lack and heat beside the river—out of flood
I married in the world’s black night for warmth if not repose. At the close—
Keen and lovely man moved as in a… to be considerate in lighted, glas… almost outdoor office. Business wasn’t all he knew. He knew music,… Had a heart. “With eyes like your…
Mr. Van Ess bought 14 washcloths? Fourteen washrags, Ed Van Ess? Must be going to give em to the church, I guess. He drinks, you know. The day we m…
My mother saw the green tree toad on the window sill her first one since she was young. We saw it breathe
Old Mother turns blue and from us… “Don’t let my head drop to the ear… I’m blind and deaf.” Death from t… a thimble in her purse. “It’s a long day since last night.
Popcorn—can cover screwed to the wall over a hole so the cold can’t mouse in
The wild and wavy event now chintz at the window was revolution . . . Adams to Miss Abigail Smith:
What horror to awake at night and in the dimness see the light. Time is white mosquitoes bite I’ve spent my life on nothing.
My wife is ill! And I sit waiting for a quorum Fast ride
Grandfather advised me: Learn a trade I learned to sit at desk
And the place was water Fish fowl flood
Nothing worth noting except an Andromeda with quadrangular shoots— the boots of the people
Ten thousand women and I the only one in boots Life’s dance: