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(Suggested by the lives of Napole… ONE night was full of rapture and… Of reunited arms and swooning kiss… And all the unnamed and unnumbered… Which fond souls find in love of l…
If the sad old world should jump a… Sometime, in its dizzy spinning, And go off the track with a sudden… What an end would come to the sinn… What a rest from strife and the bu…
All in the beautiful Autumn weath… One thought lingers with me and st… Death and winter are coming togeth… Though both are veiled by the ambe… I look on the forest of royal sple…
In the warm yellow smile of the mo… She stands at the lattice pane, And watches the strong young binde… Stride down to the fields of grain… And she counts them over and over
We have scores of temperance men, Bold and earnest, brave and true, Fighting with the tongue and pen, And we value what they do. But, my friends,
When your love begins to wane, Spare me from the cruel pain Of all speech that tells me so - Spare me words, for I shall know, By the half-averted eyes,
When Tom and I were married, we t… I had a taste for singing and play… And Tom, who loved to hear me, sa… I would not stop All practice, like so many wives w…
In his great cushioned chair by th… An old man sits dreaming to-night, His withered hands, licked by the… Warm rays of the red anthracite, Are folded before him, all listles…
The world has crowned a thousand k… But destiny has kept Her weightiest hour of kingly powe… To offer England’s son. The rising bell of Progress rings…
Over the banisters bends a face, Daringly sweet and beguiling. Somebody stands in careless grace, And watches the picture, smiling. The light burns dim in the hall be…
Quite carelessly I turned the new… A song I sang, full many a year a… Smiled up at me, as in a busy stre… One meets an old-time friend he us… So full it was, that simple little…
In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smi… As we talk of the opera after the… As we chat of fashion and fad and… We know we are playing a part toge… You know that the mirth she wears,…
If we sit down at set of sun, And count the things that we have… And counting, find One self-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him who he…
Batter in the home place, That was nobly done; Try and get the first base– Run! Run! RUN!
When my blood flows calm as a purl… When my heart is asleep and my bra… It is then that I vow we must par… That I will forget you, and put y… Out of my life, as a dream is bani…
