Waking from tender sleep, My neighbour’s little child Put out his baby hand to me, Looked in my face, and smiled. It seemed as if he came
In robes of Tyrian blue the King… A jewelled collar shone upon his b… A giant ruby glittered in his crow… Lord of rich lands and many a sple… In him the glories of an ancient l…
Yours is a garden of old—fashioned… Joyous children delight to play th… Weary men find rest in its bowers, Watching the lingering light of da… Old—time tunes and young love’s la…
Glory of architect, glory of paint… Living forever in temple and pictu… Look how the world with the lights… Brief was the flame of their life,… Where is the Master of Music, and…
Oh, quick to feel the lightest tou… Of beauty or of truth, Rich in the thoughtfulness of age, The hopefulness of youth, The courage of the gentle heart,
I never thought again to hear The Oxford thrushes singing clear… Amid the February rain, Their sweet, indomitable strain. A wintry vapor lightly spreads
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her whit… and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and str… I stand and watch her until at len…
Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flowers before… Praising Thee their sun above. Melt the clouds of sin and sadness…
If on the closed curtain of my sig… My fancy paints thy portrait far a… I see thee still the same, by nigh… Crossing the crowded street, or mo… 'Mid festal throngs, or reading by…
When down the stair at morning The sunbeams round her float, Sweet rivulets of laughter Are bubbling in her throat; The gladness of her greeting
The shadow by my finger cast Divides the future from the past: Before it, sleeps the unborn hour In darkness, and beyond thy power: Behind its unreturning line,
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…
Let me but feel thy look’s embrace… Transparent, pure, and warm, And I’ll not ask to touch thy fac… Or fold thee with mine arm. For in thine eyes a girl doth rise…
When to the garden of untroubled t… I came of late, and saw the open d… And wished again to enter, and exp… The sweet, wild ways with stainles… And bowers of innocence with beaut…
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,
