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I know not whence I came, I know not whither I go; But the fact stands clear that I… In this world of pleasure and woe. And out of the mist and murk
This is the place that I love the… A little brown house, like a groun… Hid among grasses, and vines, and… Summer retreat of the birds and be… The tenderest light that ever was…
Three Souls there were that reach… And gained permission of the Guar… Barred from the bliss of Paradise… They did not ask or hope to enter… ‘We loved one woman (thus their st…
There is no progress in the world… However wise and wonderful they ar… Their wisdom makes not increase.… To wider goals, in that tense stri… A Sovereign Ruler? Forth from f…
Beside a crib that holds a baby’s… A tattered picture book, a broken… A sleeping mother dreams that she… Her fair-haired cherub boy. Upon the cradle’s side her light t…
England, father and mother in one, Look on your stalwart son. Sturdy and strong, with the valour… Where is another so lusty? Coated and mailed, with the armour…
Words are great forces in the real… Be careful of their use. Who tal… Of poverty, of sickness, but sets… These very elements to mar his fat… When love, health, happiness, and…
The stork flew over a town one day… And back of each wing an infant la… One to a rich man’s home he brough… And one he left at a labourer’s co… The rich man said, ‘My son shall…
You remember the hall on the corne… To-night as I walked down street I heard the sound of music, And the rhythmic beat and beat, In time to the pulsing measure
One bitter time of mourning, I re… When day, and night, my sad heart… My life, I said, was one cold, bl… And all its pleasures, were but wh… Nothing could rouse me from my sul…
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 o… Thus doth Love speak.
When I am dead, if some chastened… Seeing the ‘item, ’ or hearing it… That my play is over and my part d… And I lie asleep in my narrow bed… If I could know that some soul wo…
There is no summit you may not att… No purpose which you may not yet a… If you will wait serenely and beli… Each seeming loss is but a step to… Between the mountain-tops lie vale…
Adieu, Romauld! But thou canst no… Although no more I haunt thy drea… Thy hungering heart forever must r… And starve for those lost moments… Naught shall avail thy priestly ri…
“All that I ask,” says Love, “is… And gaze, unchided, deep in thy de… For in their depths lies largest… Yet, if perchance one pressure of… Be granted me, then joy I thought…
