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There is nothing, I hold, in the… That a human being may not achieve If he does not falter, or shrink,… And more than all, if he will beli… Believe in himself and the power b…
There are curious isles in the Ri… Curious isles without number. We’ll visit them all as we leisure… Down the winding stream whose curr… In our beautiful barge of Slumber…
The Sunbeam loved the Moonbeam, And followed her low and high, But Moonbeam fled and hid her hea… She was so shy– so shy. The Sunbeam wooed with passion;
In the dark night, from sweet refr… I wake to hear outside my window-p… The uncurbed fury of the wild spri… And weird winds lashing the defian… And roar of floods that gather str…
If you saw a lion Not within a cage, Would you tease and fret him Till he roared in rage? Would you tempt his anger
Flowers of France in the Spring, Your growth is a beautiful thing; But give us your fragrance and blo… Yea, give us your lives in truth, Give us your sweetness and grace
I saw fond lovers in that glow That oft-times fades away too soon… I saw and said, ‘Their joy I know… I, too, have had my honeymoon.’ A young expectant mother’s gaze
God, what a joy it is to plant a t… And from the sallow earth to watch… Lifting its emerald branches to th… In silent adoration; and to see Its strength and glory waxing with…
I saw a fair youth, with a brow br… And an eye that was beaming with i… And his face seemed to glow with t… And I said, 'He will grace and en… He is Nature’s own king.’
If I should die, to-day, To-morrow, maybe, the world would… Would waken from sleep, and say, “Why here was talent! why here was… Why here was a luminous light o’ t…
Our thoughts are moulding unmade s… And, like a blessing or a curse, They thunder down the formless yea… And ring throughout the universe. We build our futures by the shape
Love breathed a secret to her list… And said “Be silent.” Though she… And dwelt as one within a world ap… Yet sun and star seemed by that se… And where she passed, each whisper…
Slipping away—slipping away! Out of our brief year slips the M… And Winter lingers, and Summer fl… And Sorrow abideth, and Pleasure… And the days are short, and the ni…
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…
Each day that I live I am persuad… A maxim I long have believed in,… Each day I grow firmer in this, m… Strong drink causes half the world… Do I take up a paper, I read of a…