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I have written this day down in my… As the sweetest day in the season; From all of the others I’ve set i… But I will not tell you the reaso… That is my secret—-I must not tel…
A little time agone, a few brief y… And there was peace within our bea… Peace, and a prosperous people, an… Of war and its disorders. Pleasure was ruling goddess of our…
I loved a maiden, long ago, She held within her hand my fate; And in the ruddy sunset glow We lingered at the garden gate. The splendor of the western skies
I saw a mother give wine to her bo… The rain-drops fall and fall: The pride of his parents, a househ… A mother’s blessing, her all. I saw the cheek of the youth grow…
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…
You remember the hall on the corne… To-night as I walked down street I heard the sound of music, And the rhythmic beat and beat, In time to the pulsing measure
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…
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…
We plucked a red rose, you and I All in the summer weather; Sweet its perfume and rare its blo… Enjoyed by us together. The rose is dead, the summer fled,
That was a curious dream; I thoug… Great planets that are drawing nea… With such unerring certainty begun To talk together in a mighty glee. They spoke of vast convulsions whi…
Sometimes when I have dropped asl… Draped in soft luxurious gloom, Across my drowsy mind will creep The memory of another room, Where resinous knots in roofboards…
I have not the gift of vision, I have not the psychic ear, And the realms that are called El… I neither see nor hear; Yet oft when the shadows darken
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…
Sirs, when you pity us, I say You waste your pity. Let it stay… Well corked and stored upon your s… Until you need it for yourselves. We do appreciate God’s thought
What do you think Red Robin Found by a mow of hay? Why, a flask brimful of liquor, That the mowers brought that day To slake their thirst in the hayfi…