I may not reach the heights I see… My untried strength may fail me; Or, halfway up the mountain peak Fierce tempests may assail me. But though that place I never gai…

Then, kiss me, sweet, just as you… I will not point, nor scold, nor t… Kiss me, dear love, in thy sweet w… But kiss me oft, sweetheart, I pr… Oh, sweet, I would be understood,

The woman he loved, while he dream… Danced on till the stars grew dim, But alone with her heart, from the… Sat the woman who loved him. The woman he worshipped only smile…

Born in the flesh, and bred in the… Some of us harbour still A New World pride: and we flaunt… The Spirit of Bunker Hill. We claim our place, as a separate…

I saw a Christian, a temperance m… Casting his ballot one day at the… One who believes he does what he c… Toward the reclaiming and saving o… And may be he does-may be he does!

If you are sighing for a lofty wor… If great ambitions dominate your m… Just watch yourself and see you do… The common little ways of being ki… If you are dreaming of a future go…

Here in my office I sit and write Hour on hour, and day on day, With no one to speak to from morn… Though I have a neighbour just ov… Across the alley that yawns betwee…

She had looked for his coming as w… With the clash of arms and the bug… But he came instead with a stealth… Which she did not hear at all. She had thought how his armor woul…

How terrible these nights are when… With our scarred hearts, we sit in… And some old sorrow, to the world… Does suddenly with silent steps in… After the guests departed, and the…

How can I wait until you come to… The once fleet mornings linger by… Their sunny smiles touched with ma… At my unrest, they seem to pause,… Like truant children, while I sig…

ust a changing sea of colour Surging up and flowing down; And pagodas shining golden, night… And a sun-burst-tinted throng Of young priests that move along

After the battles are over, And the war drums cease to beat, And no more is heard on the hillsi… The sound of hurrying feet, Full many a noble action,

Always at sea I think about the d… On barques invisible they seem to… The self-same course; and from the… Then I recall old words that they… And see their faces etched upon th…

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…

They prize not most the opulence o… Who from the year’s beginning to i… Dwell, where unfading verdure tire… And where sweet summer’s harp is k… We must have listened to the winte…