’Tis not the untried soldier new t… Who fears to enter into active str… Amidst the roll of drums, the cann… He craves adventure, and thinks no… But the scarred vetran knows the p…

As we hurry away to the end, my fr… Of this sad little farce called ex… We are sure that the future will b… And that is the grave in the dista… And so when our lives run along al…

All the aim of life is just Getting back to God. Spirit casting off its dust, Getting back to God. Every grief we have to bear

You never can tell when you send a… Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or… Just where it may chance to go! It may pierce the breast of your d…

Oh, you who read some song that I… What know you of the soul from whe… Dost dream the poet ever speaks al… His secret thought unto the listen… Go take the murmuring sea-shell fr…

They drift down the hall together; He smiles in her lifted eyes. Like waves of that mighty river The strains of the ‘Danube’ rise. They float on its rhythmic measure…

Of all the waltzes the great Stra… mad with melody, rhythm—rife From the very first to the final n… Give me his “Artist’s Life!” It stirs my blood to my finger end…

Death! I know not what room you… But I will go my way, Rejoicing day by day, Nor will I flee or stay For fear I tread the path you may…

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

Three million women without mates In lonely homes on earth! And Cupid sighs at heaven’s gates… Where many a spirit ego waits Its call again to birth.

I think I hear the sound of horse… Beating upon the graveled avenue. Go to the window that looks on the… He would not let me die alone, I… Back to the couch the patient watc…

One night Nurse Sleep held out he… To tired little May. ‘Come, go with me to Wonderland,’ She said, ‘I know the way. Just rock-a-by-hum-m-m,

Among the twelve hundred poems which have emanated from my too prolific pen there are some forty or fifty which treat entirely of that emotion which has been denominated “the grand pass...

Do you know what moves the tides As they swing from low to high? ’Tis the love, love, love, Of the moon within the sky. Oh! they follow where she guides,

Just when all hope had perished in… And balked desire made havoc with… My cruel Ladye suddenly grew kind… And sent those gracious words upon… “When knowing Night her dusky sca…