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A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds s… The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and Harry the four-year… Big Charley, Nimblewits, and I,
(Killed at Surrey C. H., October… . . . . . Dear friend, forgive a wild lament Insanely following thy flight. I would not cumber thine ascent
The innocent, sweet Day is dead. Dark Night hath slain her in her… O, Moors are as fierce to kill as… —Put out the light, said he. A sweeter light than ever rayed
The Day was dying; his breath Wavered away in a hectic gleam; And I said, if Life’s a dream, an… And Love and all are dreams—I’ll… A mist came over the bay
Fine-tissued as her finger-tips, a… As all her thoughts; in shape like… As if before young Violet’s dream… Still blazed the two great Theban… That swayed the random of that fur…
‘Thou Ship of Earth, with Death,… And fires of Desires burning hotl… I fear thee, O! I fear thee, for… At battle on the deck, and the wil… ’The dewdrop morn may fall from of…
‘I saw a sky of stars that rolled… All glory twinkled through some sw… From each tall chimney of the roar… That shot his fire far up the soot… Mixt fuels—Labor’s Right and Lab…
O Age that half believ’st thou ha… Half doubt’st the substance of thi… And, half perceiving that thou hal… Stand’st at thy temple door, heart… Lo! while thy heart’s within, help…
Into the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind…
Life swelleth in a whitening wave, And dasheth thee and me apart. I sweep out seaward:— be thou brav… And reach the shore, Sweetheart. Beat back the backward-thrusting s…
Time, hurry my Love to me: Haste, haste! Lov’st not good co… Here’s but a heart-break sandy was… ‘Twixt Now and Then. Why, killi… Were best, dear Time, for thee, f…
Sail on, sail on, fair cousin Clo… Oh loiter hither from the sea. Still-eyed and shadow-brow’d, Steal off from yon far-drifting cr… And come and brood upon the marsh…
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heav… O’erseeing all that man but unders… To loiter down lone alleys of deli… And hear the beating of the hearts… And think the thoughts that lilies…
The robin laughed in the orange-tr… “Ho, windy North, a fig for thee: While breasts are red and wings ar… And green trees wave us globes of… Time’s scythe shall reap but bliss…
Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlis… Beethoven zeigst, und seinem Will… Mit den zehn Fingern fuehrst der… Zehn Zungen sagen was der Meister… Schauend dich an, ich seh’, dass n…