Not like a daring, bold, aggressive boy, Is inspiration, eager to pursue, But rather like a maiden, fond, yet coy, Who gives herself to him who best doth w… Once she may smile, or thrice, thy soul…
Should some great angel say to me to-mor… “Thou must re-tread thy pathway from the… But God will grant, in pity, for thy so… Some one dear wish, the nearest to thy h… This were my wish! from my life’s dim be…
Of all the blessings which my life has k… I value most, and most praise God for t… Want, Loneliness and Pain, those comrad… Who, masquerade in the garb of foes For many a year, and filled my heart wit…
You never can tell when you send a word, Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind, Just where it may chance to go! It may pierce the breast of your dearest…
Here, in the heart of the world, Here, in the noise and the din, Here, where our spirits were hurled To battle with sorrow and sin, This is the place and the spot
However skilled and strong art thou, my… However fierce is thy relentless hate, Though firm thy hand, and strong thy aim… Thy poisoned arrow leaves the bended bow… To pierce the target of my heart, ah! kn…
“All that I ask,” says Love, “is just t… And gaze, unchided, deep in thy dear eye… For in their depths lies largest Paradi… Yet, if perchance one pressure of thy ha… Be granted me, then joy I thought compl…
If one poor burdened toiler o’er life’s… Who meets us by the way, Goes on less conscious of his galling lo… Then life, indeed, does pay. If we can show one troubled heart the ga…
I wandered o’er the vast green plains of… And searched for Pleasure. On a distant… Fame’s silhouette stood sharp against th… Beyond vast crowds that thronged a broad… I caught the glimmer of a golden goal,
The fields were bleak and sodden. Not a wing Or note enlivened the depressing wood; A soiled and sullen, stubborn snowdrift… Beside the roadway. Winds came mutteri…
The pessimist locust, last to leaf, Though all the world is glad, still talk…
However the battle is ended, Though proudly the victor comes With fluttering flags and prancing nags And echoing roll of drums, Still truth proclaims this motto
Let no man pray that he know not sorrow, Let no soul ask to be free from pain, For the gall of to-day is the sweet of t… And the moment’s loss is the lifetime’s… Through want of a thing does its worth r…
We must not force events, but rather mak… The heart soil ready for their coming, a… The earth spreads carpets for the feet o… Or, with the strengthening tonic of the… Prepares for Winter. Should a July noo…
In golden youth when seems the earth A Summer-land of singing mirth, When souls are glad and hearts are light… And not a shadow lurks in sight, We do not know it, but there lieu
God measures souls by their capacity For entertaining his best Angel, Love. Who loveth most is nearest kin to God, Who is all Love, or Nothing. He who sits
I hold it the duty of one who is gifted And specially dowered in all men’s sight… To know no rest till his life is lifted Fully up to his great gifts’ height. He must mould the man into rare complete…
An artist toiled over his pictures; He laboured by night and by day, He struggled for glory and honour But the world, it had nothing to say. His walls were ablaze with the splendour…
What does our country need? No armies… With sabres gleaming ready for the fight… Not increased navies, skilful and comman… To bound the waters with an iron might; Not haughty men with glutted purses tryi…
O Science, reaching backward through th… Most earnest child of God, Exposing all the secrets of existence, With thy divining rod, I bid thee speed up to the heights super…
The mighty conflict, which we call exist… Doth wear upon the body and the soul, Our vital forces wasted in resistance, So much there is to conquer and control. The rock which meets the billows with de…
O praise me not with your lips, dear one… Though your tender words I prize. But dearer by far is the soulful gaze Of your eyes, your beautiful eyes Your tender, loving eyes.
If all the ships I have at sea Should come a-sailing home to me, From sunny lands, and lands of cold, Ah well! the harbor could not hold So many sails as there would be
The sands upon the ocean side That change about with every tide, And never true to one abide, A woman’s love I liken to. The summer zephyrs, light and vain,
Dear love, if you and I could sail away… With snowy pennons to the winds unfurled… Across the waters of some unknown bay, And find some island far from all the wo… If we could dwell there, evermore alone,
Let us clear a little space, And make Love a burial-place. He is dead, dear, as you see, And he wearies you and me. Growing heavier, day by day,
Love is enough. Let us not ask for gol… Wealth breeds false aims, and pride, and… In those serene, Arcadian days of old Men gave no thought to princely homes an… The gods who dwelt on fair Olympia’s he…
Life is a privilege. Its youthful days Shine with the radiance of continuous M… To live, to breathe, to wonder and desir… To feed with dreams the heart’s perpetua… To thrill with virtuous passions, and to…
Sirs, when you pity us, I say You waste your pity. Let it stay, Well corked and stored upon your shelves… Until you need it for yourselves. We do appreciate God’s thought
You call me an angel of love and of ligh… A being of goodness and heavenly fire, Sent out from God’s kingdom to guide yo… In paths where your spirit may mount and… You say that I glow like a star on its…
So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind, Is all the sad world needs.
