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Life and I are lovers, straying Arm in arm along: Often like two children Maying, Full of mirth and song, Life plucks all the blooming hours
Above the din of commerce, above t… Of labor disputing with riches, of… Above the hurry and hustle and roa… Where men are fighting for riches.… I see no savage host, I hear no m…
If any line that I ever penned, Or any word I have spoken, Has comforted heart of foe or frie… In any way, why my life, I’ll say… Has reaped the reward of labour,
High in the heavens I saw the moo… Albeit the sun shone bright; Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of… ‘Remember Night! ’
There’s many a house of grandeur, With turret, tower and dome, That knows not peace or comfort, And does not prove a home. I do not ask for splendor
Use all your hidden forces. Do not miss the purpose of this li… and do not wait for circumstance to mold or change your fate. In your own self lies destiny.
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…
As I go and shop, sir! If a car I stop, sir! Where you chance to sit, And you want to read, sir! Never mind or heed, sir!
The Day has never understood the… Though sired by one Creative Powe… The White Man ever fails to read… Though from the self-same Source… So deep and wide, the Great Divid…
I dwell in the western inland, Afar from the sounding sea, But I seem to hear it sobbing And calling aloud to me, And my heart cries out for the oce…
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…
A humble wild-rose, pink and slend… Was plucked and placed in a bright… Beside a Jacqueminot’s royal sple… And both in my lady’s boudoir lay. Said the haughty bud, in a tone of…
I saw the day lean o’er the world’… And peer into night’s chasm, dark… High in his hand he held a blazing… Then dropped it and plunged headlo… With lurid splendor that swift pal…
(Suggested by the lives of Napole… ONE night was full of rapture and… Of reunited arms and swooning kiss… And all the unnamed and unnumbered… Which fond souls find in love of l…
As the funeral train with its hono… On its mournful way went sweeping, While a sorrowful nation bowed its… And the whole world joined in weep… I thought, as I looked on the sol…