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Three Souls there were that reach… And gained permission of the Guar… Barred from the bliss of Paradise… They did not ask or hope to enter… ‘We loved one woman (thus their st…
I set out for the Land of Content… By the gay crowded pleasure-highwa… With laughter, and jesting, I wen… With the mirth-loving throng for a… Then I knew I had wandered astray…
I do not undertake to say That literal answers come from He… But I know this—that when I pray A comfort, a support is given That helps me rise o’er earthly th…
Nay, seer, I do not doubt thy mys… Nor question that the tenor of my… Past, present and the future, is r… There in my horoscope. I do beli… That yon dead moon compels the hau…
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…
Above her veil a shrouded Moorish… Showed melting eyes, as limpid as… A brow untouched by care; a band o… And nothing more. The all-conceal… Fell to her high arched instep. A…
This is the baby who doesn’t do a… This is the lady who loves to wear… This is their big sister, this is… And this stout thumb is their grea…
The Muse said, Let us sing a litt… Wherein no hint of wrong, No echo of the great world need, o… Shall mar the strain. Lock fast the swinging portal of t…
I am tired to-night, and something… The wind maybe, or the rain, Or the cry of a bird in the copse… Has brought back the past and its… And I feel as I sit here thinking…
Dear friend, I pray thee, if thou… Thy strong regard for me, Make me no vows. Lip-service is n… Let thy faith speak for thee. Swear not to me that nothing can d…
You never can tell when you send a… Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or… Just where it may chance to go! It may pierce the breast of your d…
Batter in the home place, That was nobly done; Try and get the first base– Run! Run! RUN!
Hers was a lonely, shadowed lot; Or so the unperceiving thought, Who looked no deeper than her face… Devoid of chiselled lines of grace… No farther than her humble grate,
The world grows green on a thousan… By a thousand willows the bees are… And a million birds by a million r… Sing of the golden season coming. But, gazing out on the sun-kist le…
There was a man, it was said one t… Who went astray in his youthful pr… Can the brain keep cool and the he… When the blood is a river that’s r… And boys will be boys the old folk…