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…

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…

Who thinks how desolate and strang… To me must seem the autumn’s chang… When housed in attic or in chest, A lonely and unwilling guest, I lie through nights of bleak Dec…

How does Love speak? In the faint flush upon the tell-t… And in the pallor that succeeds it… The quivering lid of an averted ey… The smile that proves the parent t…

I know as my life grows older, And mine eyes have clearer sight, That under each rank of wrong, som… There lies the root of right; That each sorrow has its purpose,

Last night I knelt low at my lady… One soft, caressing hand played wi… And one I kissed and fondled. Kne… I deemed my meed of happiness comp… She was so fair, so full of witchi…

I knew that a baby was hid in that… Though I saw no cradle and heard… But the husband was tip-toeing ‘ro… And the good wife was humming a so… And there was a look on the face o…

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…

I saw them sitting in the shade; The long green vines hung over, But could not hide the gold-haired… And Earl, my dark-eyed lover. His arm was clasped so close, so c…

That was a curious dream; I thoug… Great planets that are drawing nea… With such unerring certainty begun To talk together in a mighty glee. They spoke of vast convulsions whi…

There’s a terrible steed that rest… But onward and onward, for ever aw… Through hamlet, through village, t… Is heard the dread thud of his hoo… Is seen the fierce eye, is felt th…

’Twixt what thou art, and what tho… No “If” arise on which to lay the… Man makes a mountain of that puny… But, like a blade of grass before… It falls and withers when a human…

Each day that I live I am persuad… A maxim I long have believed in,… Each day I grow firmer in this, m… Strong drink causes half the world… Do I take up a paper, I read of a…

The Needle and Thread one day wer… The Thimble acted as priest, A paper of Pins, and the Scissors… Were among the guests at the feast… That dandy trim the Bodkin slim

Do you know what moves the tides As they swing from low to high? ’Tis the love, love, love, Of the moon within the sky. Oh! they follow where she guides,