Oh life is wonderful,' she said, ‘And all my world is bright; Can Paradise show fairer skies, Or more effulgent light?’ (Speak lower, lower, mortal heart,

I shall not forget you. The years… But vain are their efforts to soft… And the strong hands of Time are… To garland the grave that is made… Your image is ever about me, befor…

I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plight… But couldn’t you be my friend? Couldn’t we sit in the twilight,

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…

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…

Let mine not be that saddest fate… To live beyond my greater self; to… My faculties decaying, as the tree Stands stark and helpless while it… Let me hear rather the imperious c…

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…

This is the way of it, wide world… One is beloved, and one is the lov… One gives and the other receives. One lavishes all in a wild emotion… One offers a smile for a life’s de…

There is much that makes me sorry… And I seem to see more pathos in… I’m sorry for the strong, brave me… But who, in their own troubled hou… I’m sorry for the victors who have…

MORTAL: “The night is cold, the hour is la… Who is it knocking at my door?” THE NEW YEAR: “I am Good Cheer.”

A beautiful great lady, past her p… Behold her dreaming in her easy ch… Gray robed, and veiled; in laces o… Her smiling eyes see but the vanis… Of splendid prowess, and of deeds…

I heard such a curious story Of Santa Claus. Once, so they sa… He set out to find what people wer… Before he took presents their way. ‘This year I will give but to giv…

All in the beautiful Autumn weath… One thought lingers with me and st… Death and winter are coming togeth… Though both are veiled by the ambe… I look on the forest of royal sple…

Life is a ponderous lesson-book, a… The teacher. When I came to love’… My teacher turned the page and bad… ‘Learn first,’ she said, 'love’s g… And o’er and o’er through many a l…

How happy they are, in all seeming… How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beami… These people who make up the crowd… How they bow, how they bend, how t…