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Was he married, did he try To support as he grew less fond of… Wife and family? No, He never suffered such a blow.
Sisely Walked so nicely With footsteps so discreet To see her pass You’d never guess
Christ died for God and me Upon the crucifixion tree For God a spoken Word For me a Sword For God a hymn of praise
Alone in the woods I felt The bitter hostility of the sky an… Nature has taught her creatures to… Man that fusses and fumes Unquiet man
Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you th… And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking
He told his life story to Mrs. Co… Who was a widow. 'Let us get marr… He said. ‘I am no longer passiona… But we can have some conversation…
It was my bridal night I remember… An old man of seventy-three I lay with my young bride in my ar… A girl with t.b. It was wartime, and overhead
The nearly right And yet not quite In love is wholly evil And every heart That loves in part
There is a face I know too well, A face I dread to see, So vain it is, so eloquent Of all futility. It is a human face that hides
I do not ask for mercy for underst… And in these heavy days I do not… I do not ask that suffering shall… I do not pray to God to let me di… To give an ear attentive to my cry
In the flame of the flickering fir… The sins of my soul are few And the thoughts in my head are th… With a solitary view. But the eye of eternal consciousne…
The shadow was so black, I thought it was a cat, But once in to it I knew it No more black
Away, melancholy, Away with it, let it go. Are not the trees green, The earth as green? Does not the wind blow,
Our Bog is dood, our Bog is dood, They lisped in accents mild, But when I asked them to explain They grew a little wild. How do you know your Bog is dood
The pleasures of friendship are ex… How pleasant to go to a friend on… I go to my friend, we walk on the… And the hours and moments like min…