The Radiant Ruler of Mystic Regi… Where souls of artists are fitted… Gathered together their lovely leg… And fashioned a woman to shine on… They bathed her in splendor

It is easy to sit in the sunshine And talk to the man in the shade; It is easy to float in a well-trim… And point out the places to wade. But once we pass into the shadows,

[In an interview with Lawrence Ba… Not to the crowded East, Where, in a well-worn groove, Like the harnessed wheel of a grea… The trammelled mind must move—

As we journey along, with a laugh… We see, on youth’s flower-decked s… Like a beacon of light, shining fa… The beautiful Station of Hope. But the wheels of old Time roll a…

What a terrible night! Does the N… The Night, with her black veil do… Like an ordained nun, know what li… That awful, motionless, snow-white… The winds seem crazed, and, wildly…

The brewer’s dog is abroad, boys, Be careful where you stray, His teeth are coated with poison, And he’s on the watch for prey. The brewery is his kennel,

Beside an incubator stood The would-be mother of a brood. With drooping wings and nodding he… These are the clucked-out words sh… ‘O, vile invention of the age,

Now, while thy rounded cheek is fr… While beauty lingers, laughing, in… Ere thy young heart shall meet the… Or thy blithe soul become the home… Were it not kindness should I giv…

We two were lovers, the Sea and I… We plighted our troth ‘neath a sum… And all through the riotous, arden… We dreamed, and loved, and rejoice… At times my lover would rage and s…

Baby was playing and down he fell,… Mama will kiss him and make him we… Oh! what a miracle this is! Baby was running and stubbed his t… If mama will kiss him the pain wil…

What do you think Red Robin Found by a mow of hay? Why, a flask brimful of liquor, That the mowers brought that day To slake their thirst in the hayfi…

Dying? I am not dying. Are you ma… You think I need to ask for heave… I think you are a fiend, who would… To see me struggle in death’s cold… ‘But, man you lie! for I am stron…

There was a sound in the wind to-d… Like a joyous cymbal ringing! And the leaves of the trees talked… And they altogether were singing, For they knew that an army, both b…

I look to Science for the cure of… To patient righting of a thousand… To final healing of a thousand ill… Blind runner now, and cruel egotis… It yet leads on to more than morta…