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They met each other in the glade— She lifted up her eyes; Alack the day! Alack the maid! She blushed in swift surprise. Alas! alas! the woe that comes fro…
The danger of war, with its havoc… The danger of ocean, when storms a… The danger of jungles, where wild… The danger that lies in the mounta… Why, what are they but all mere ch…
The harsh King—Winter—sat upon th… And reigned and ruled the earth ri… He locked the rivers, lakes, and a… “I am no puny, maudlin king,” quot… “But a stern monarch, born to rule…
I love the tropics, where sun and… Go forth together, a joyous train, To hold up the green, gay side of… And to keep earth’s banners of blo… I love the scents that are hidden…
The gate was thrown open, I rode… More proud than a monarch who sits… I am but a jockey, yet shout upon… Went up from the people who watche… And the cheers that rang forth fro…
Every morning and every night There passes our window near the s… A little girl with an eye so brigh… And a cheek so round and a lip so… The daintiest, jauntiest little mi…
In India’s land one listens aghas… To the people who scream and bawl; For each caste yells at a lower ca… And the Britisher yells at them a…
Beside us in our seeking after ple… Through all our restless striving… Through all our search for worldly… There walketh one whom no man like… Silent he follows, veiled of form…
In France I saw a hill-a gentle s… Rising above old tombs to greet th… From soft spring skies. Beyond th… But those green graves bespeak a b… There was a row of narrow beds, ne…
Is the goal distant, and troubled… And the way long? And heavy your load? Then gird up your courage, and say… And keep going.
Is it the world, or my eyes, that… I see not the grace that I used t… In the meadow-brook whose song was… In the boughs of the willow tree. The brook runs slower—its song see…
Of a thousand things that the Yea… The busy Old Year who has gone aw… How many will rise in the Spring,… Brought to life by the sun of May… Will the rose-tree branches, so wh…
The winds came out of the west one… And hurried the clouds before them… And drove the shadows and mists aw… And over the mountains bore them. And I wept, ‘Oh, wind, blow into…
Lie still and rest, in that serene… That on this holy morning comes to… Who have been burdened with the ca… The sad heart weary and the tired… Lie still and rest -
I saw a youth, one of God’s favor… Crowned with beauty, and talents,… He had climbed the steep pathway,… To the summit of glory and wealth. The day is breaking, hearts are wa…