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Came a bouquet from the city, Fragrant, rich and debonair - Sweet carnation and geraniium, Heliotrope and roses rare. Down beside the crystal river,
When my blood flows calm as a purl… When my heart is asleep and my bra… It is then that I vow we must par… That I will forget you, and put y… Out of my life, as a dream is bani…
Falling upon the frozen world last… I heard the slow beat of the Wint… Poor foolish drops, down-dripping… The ice-bound Earth but mocked th… Far better had the fixedness of wh…
’Tis not the untried soldier new t… Who fears to enter into active str… Amidst the roll of drums, the cann… He craves adventure, and thinks no… But the scarred vetran knows the p…
I am thinking of the Springtime On the farm out in the West, When my world held nothing for me… (Save a courage all undaunted), And my foolish little rhymes,
In books I read, how men have liv… With hopeless love deep in their b… While she for whom they long in se… Went on her way, nor guessed this… In real life, I never chanced to…
The Poker proposed to the shovel That they should be man and wife, ‘I think,’ said he, ‘that we could… As we journey along through life.’ The Shovel blushed as she answere…
Nothing remains of unrecorded ages That lie in the silent cemetery ti… Their wisdom may have shamed our w… Their glory may have been indeed s… How weak do seem our strivings aft…
Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; the… Why dost thou sigh, and wear that… The sunshine is to-day’s, although… On yesterday, and may shine on to-… I love but thee, my Guilo! be con…
My love is young, so young; Young is her cheek, and her throat… And life is a song to be sung With love the word for each note. Young is her cheek and her throat;
Only a blunder-a sad mistake; All my own fault and mine alone. The saddest error a heart can make… I was so young, or I would have k… Only his rare, sweet, tender smile…
With care, and skill, and cunning… She parried Time’s malicious dart… And kept the years at bay, Till passion entered in her heart And aged her in a day!
The times are not degenerate. Man… Mounts higher than of old. No cr… Can take from the immortal soul th… Of that supreme Creator, God. T… Of dead beliefs we cherished in ou…
Out over childhood’s borders, Manhood’s brave banners unfurled, Weighed down with precepts and ord… A boy has gone into the world. Nobody thinks it pathetic–
