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Her eyes, twin pools of mystic lig… The blend of star-sheen and black… O’er which, to sound their glamour… A man might bend, and vainly gaze. Her eyes, twin pools so dark and d…
O Southland! O Southland! Have you not heard the call, The trumpet blown, the word made k… To the nations, one and all? The watchword, the hope-word,
Cuddle down, ma honey, in yo’ bed, Go to sleep an’ res’ yo’ little he… Been a-kind o’ ailin’ all de day? Didn’t have no sperit fu’ to play? Never min’; to-morrer, w’en you we…
‘She’s built of steel From deck to keel, And bolted strong and tight; In scorn she’ll sail The fiercest gale,
Young man— Young man— Your arm’s too short to box with… But Jesus spake in a parable, and… A certain man had two sons.
No greater earthly boon than this… That those who some day gather ‘ro… In place of tears, may whisper of… ’He sang a song that reached the h…
Tiny bit of humanity, Blessed with your mother’s face, And cursed with your father’s mind… I say cursed with your father’s mi… Because you can lie so long and so…
O Lord, we come this morning Knee-bowed and body-bent Before Thy throne of grace. O Lord—this morning— Bow our hearts beneath our knees,
Around the council-board of Hell,… The Three Great Scourges of huma… Gaunt Famine, with hollow cheek a… ‘O, Prince, I have stalked the ea… And my victims by ten thousands I…
The hand of Fate cannot be stayed… The course of Fate cannot be stee… By all the gods that man has made, Nor all the devils he has feared, Not by the prayers that might be p…
O Sleep, thou kindest minister to… Silent distiller of the balm of re… How wonderful thy power, when naug… To soothe the torn and sorrow-lade… When bleeding hearts no comforter…
O mighty, powerful, dark-dispellin… Now thou art risen, and thy day be… How shrink the shrouding mists bef… As up thou spring’st to thy diurna… How darkness chases darkness to th…
O black and unknown bards of long… How came your lips to touch the sa… How, in your darkness, did you com… The power and beauty of the minstr… Who first from midst his bonds lif…
I hear the stars still singing To the beautiful, silent night, As they speed with noiseless wingi… Their ever westward flight. I hear the waves still falling
I dreamed that I was a rose That grew beside a lonely way, Close by a path none ever chose, And there I lingered day by day. Beneath the sunshine and the show’…