The hurry of the times affects us… In this swift rushing hour, we cro… And thrust each other backward as… And do not pause to lay sufficient… Upon that good, strong, true word,…

She’s the jauntiest of creatures,… With her pretty patent leathers or… With her eyes inviting glances and… As she wanders by the ocean or str… She’s a captivating dresser, and h…

They prize not most the opulence o… Who from the year’s beginning to i… Dwell, where unfading verdure tire… And where sweet summer’s harp is k… We must have listened to the winte…

Time’s finger on the dial of my li… Points to high noon! and yet the h… Leaves less than half remaining, f… Bleak shadows of the grave engulf… To those who burn the candle to th…

Oh! I feel the growing glory Of our life upon this sphere, Of the life that like a river Runs forever and forever, From the somewhere to the here,

Obscured the sun, the world is dar… Maid of Orleans, Joan of Arc, Send down thy spark. Let every heart in France be stir… By such an all-compelling word

What a terrible night! Does the N… The Night, with her black veil do… Like an ordained nun, know what li… That awful, motionless, snow-white… The winds seem crazed, and, wildly…

Came a bouquet from the city, Fragrant, rich and debonair - Sweet carnation and geraniium, Heliotrope and roses rare. Down beside the crystal river,

Flowers of France in the Spring, Your growth is a beautiful thing; But give us your fragrance and blo… Yea, give us your lives in truth, Give us your sweetness and grace

Do you know where the summer bloom… Where there never is rain on a pic… Where the thornless rose in its be… And little boys never are called f… Then, oh! hey! it is far away–

Hollow a grave where the willows w… And lay him under the grasses, Where the pitying breeze bloweth u… And murmurs a chant as it passes. Lay the beautiful face and the for…

Uncle Rob says, That once on a time the fire flies Were stars with the others up in t… They used to shimmer, and dance an… Night after night in the Milky Wa…

Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl, A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-F… One day all meet together To hold a caucus and settle the fa… Of a certain bird (without a mate)…

She sits beside the window. All… Turn once again to gaze on her swe… She is so fair; but soon, too soon… To lie down in her last resting-pl… No gems are brighter than her spar…

The bold young Autumn came riding… One day where an elm-tree grew. ‘You are fair,’ he said, as she be… ‘Too fair for your robe’s dull hue… You are far too young for a garb s…