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If one poor burdened toiler o’er l… Who meets us by the way, Goes on less conscious of his gall… Then life, indeed, does pay. If we can show one troubled heart…
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…
Oh! the maidens of France are cer… And I think every fellow will sta… That the 'what-you-may-call-it’ co… They put up their hair is great! And they know how to dress, and th…
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…
Alone she sat with her accusing he… That, like a restless comrade frig… And every thought that found her,… That hurt her so, she could not ev… Her heart that once had been a cup…
I am all tired out, said the mouth… I am all tired out with talk. Just wait, said the knee, till you… And then have to walk-walk-walk. My work, said the hand, is the har…
Here in my office I sit and write Hour on hour, and day on day, With no one to speak to from morn… Though I have a neighbour just ov… Across the alley that yawns betwee…
Through rivers of veins on the nam… The tide of my life goes hurriedly… Till it reaches that curious wheel… The human heart, which is never at… Faster, faster, it cries, and leap…
Always at sea I think about the d… On barques invisible they seem to… The self-same course; and from the… Then I recall old words that they… And see their faces etched upon th…
My thoughts soar not as they ought… Higher and higher on soul-lent win… But ever and often and more and mo… They are dragged down earthward by… By little troubles and little need…
Whatever the task that comes your… Just take it as part of your luck. Look it right square in the eyes,… ‘This is my
If one proves weak who you fancied… Or false who you fancied true, Just ease the smart of your wounde… By the thought that it is not you! If many forget a promise made,
I think I never passed so sad an… Dear friend, as that one at the ch… The edifice from basement to the t… Was one resplendent blaze of colou… Up through broad aisles the stylis…
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,
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–