Though critics may bow to art, and… It is not art, but heart, which wi… Though smooth be the heartless pra… And the finest phrase falls dead i… Though perfect the player’s touch,…

She waited in a rose-hued room; A wanton-hearted creature she, But beautiful and bright to see As some great orchid just in bloom… Upon wide cushions stretched at ea…

Well, how has it been with you sin… That last strange time of a hundre… When we met to swear that we could… I your caresses, and you my rhymes… The rhyme of my lays that rang lik…

Most blest is he who in the mornin… Sets forth upon his journey with n… Shaped by another for his use. W… The imminent necessity for toil, And with each morning wakens to th…

You call me an angel of love and o… A being of goodness and heavenly f… Sent out from God’s kingdom to gu… In paths where your spirit may mou… You say that I glow like a star o…

It is easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows by like a song, But the man worth while is one who… When everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is troub…

Strange are the ways that her feet… Since first she was set in the pat… Finished and fair by the hand of… To carry her message of love and b… Delicate creature of light and sha…

I own the charms of lovely Nature… In human nature more delight I fi… Though sweet the murmuring voices… I much prefer the voices of my kin… I like the roar of cities. In the…

Though you see no banded army, Though you hear no cannons rattle, We are in a mighty contest, We are fighting a great battle. We are few, but we are right:

There was a time when I was confi… That God’s stupendous mystery of… Was mine to know. The wonder of i… New ecstasy and glory to the earth… I heard no voice that uttered it a…

O mother who sips sweetened liquor… Look down at the child on your bre… Think, think of the rough path bef… And ask yourself then, ‘Is it bes… Shall I foster a love for this po…

He never made a fortune, or a nois… In the world where men are seeking… But he had a healthy brood of girl… Who loved the very ground on which… They thought him just little short…

Not they who know the awful gibbet… Not they who, while sad years go b… The sunless cells of lonely prison… Do suffer fullest penalty for sin. ’Tis they who walk the highways un…

Life is a privilege. Its youthful… Shine with the radiance of continu… To live, to breathe, to wonder and… To feed with dreams the heart’s pe… To thrill with virtuous passions,…

We have scores of temperance men, Bold and earnest, brave and true, Fighting with the tongue and pen, And we value what they do. But, my friends,