In the pleasant time of Pentecost… By the little river Kyll, I followed the angler’s winding pa… Or waded the stream at will, And the friendly fertile German l…

Four things a man must learn to do If he would make his record true: To think without confusion clearly… To love his fellow man sincerely; To act from honest motives purely;

You dare to say with perjured lips… “We fight to make the ocean free”? You, whose black trail of butchere… Bestrews the bed of every sea Where German submarines have wrou…

“Two things,” the wise man said, “… The starry heavens and the moral l… Nay, add another wonder to thy rol… The living marvel of the human sou… Born in the dust and cradled in th…

In mirth he mocks the other birds… Catching the lilt of every easy tu… But when the day departs he sings… His own wild song beneath the list…

Let me but do my work from day to… In field or forest, at the desk or… In roaring market—place or tranqui… Let me but find it in my heart to… When vagrant wishes beckon me astr…

Wordsworth, thy music like a river… Among the mountains, and thy song… By living springs far up the water… No whirling flood nor parching dro… The crystal current: even on the s…

In the middle of the land that is called by its inhabitants Koorma, and by strangers the Land of the Half-forgotten, I was toiling all day long through heavy sand and grass as hard as w...

Give us a name to fill the mind With the shining thoughts that lea… The glory of learning, the joy of… A name that tells of a splendid pa… In the long, long toil and the str…

Now in the oak the sap of life is… Tho’ to the bough the rusty leafag… Now on the elm the misty buds are… See how the pine—wood grows alive… Blue—jays fluttering, yodeling and…

O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bi… The murmuring wind in the poplar—t… Nothing but Nature’s melodies? Nay, thou hearest all her tones,

'Tis fine to see the Old World an… Among the famous palaces and citie… To admire the crumblyh castles and… But now I think I’ve had enough o… So it’s home again, and home again…

Across a thousand miles of sea, a… Along a path I had not traced and… I travelled fast and far for this,… A pilgrim knowing not the shrine w… A mariner without a dream of what…

0 who will walk a mile with me Along life’s merry way? A comrade blithe and full of glee, Who dares to laugh out loud and fr… And let his frolic fancy play,

Oh, why are you shining so bright,… And why is the garden so gay? Do you know that my days of deligh… Do you know I am going away? If you covered your face with a cl…