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Just as I shape the purport of my… Lord of the Universe, shape Thou… Let each ill thought that in my he… Mould circumstance and bring ill l… Until I weed the garden of my min…
I’m sick of 'musn’ts,' said Dorot… Sick of musn’ts, as I can be. From early dawn till the close of… I hear a musn’t, and never a may. It’s 'you musn’t lie there like a…
I want more lives in which to love This world so full of beauty, I want more days to use the ways I know of doing duty; I ask no greater joy than this
In Nature’s bright blossoms not a… That strange subtle essence more r… Which lies in the hearts of carnat… That unexplained something by men… Though modest the flower, yet grea…
One ship drives east and another d… With the selfsame winds that blow. Tis the set of the sails And not the gales Which tells us the way to go.
Long have I searched, Cathedral s… To find a symbol, from the hand of… That gave the full expression (not… Of that ecstatic peace which follo… Life’s pain and passion. Strange…
Over my desk in a dark office bend… Dim seems the sunlight and dull se… But when the afternoon draws towar… Here waits my steel steed-I mount… Like cobwebs of silver I see in t…
He never made a fortune, or a nois… In the world where men are seeking… But he had a healthy brood of girl… Who loved the very ground on which… They thought him just little short…
‘Little kids,’ you call us As we are at play. You were little children Just the other day. Now to-morrow nears us,
‘The maiden free, the maiden wed. Can never, never be the same, A new life springs from out the de… And with the speaking of a name– A breath upon the marriage bed,
In the midst of sunny waters, lo!… Staggers, bruised and torn and wou… One that drifted from its moorings… On the deck our noble Pilot, in t… Lies in woe-impelling silence, dea…
The mighty conflict, which we call… Doth wear upon the body and the so… Our vital forces wasted in resista… So much there is to conquer and co… The rock which meets the billows w…
Somebody’s baby was buried to-day… The empty white hearse from the gr… And the morning somehow seemed les… As I paused on the sidewalk while… And a shadow seemed drawn o’er the…
Sing to me! Something of sunlight… I am so compassed with sorrow and… I am so sick with the world’s nois… Sing of the beauty and brightness… Sing to me, sing to me!
My heart is like a little bird That sits and sings for very gladn… Sorrow is some forgotten word, And so, except in rhyme, is sadnes… The world is very fair to me—
