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I am the Voice of the Voiceless Through me the dumb shall speak Till the world’s deaf ear be made… The wrongs of the wordless weak. Oh shame on the mothers of mortals
An artist toiled over his pictures… He laboured by night and by day, He struggled for glory and honour But the world, it had nothing to s… His walls were ablaze with the spl…
Ah yes, I love you, and with all… Just as a weaker woman loves her o… Better than I love my beloved art… Which, until you came, reigned roy… My king, my master. Since I saw y…
In Nature’s bright blossoms not a… That strange subtle essence more r… Which lies in the hearts of carnat… That unexplained something by men… Though modest the flower, yet grea…
Who knows the way to wonderland? Oh, I know, Oh, I know! Trotty-te-trot on mama’s knee, Then over the billows of sleepy se… Down through the straits of by-lo,
What can be said in New Year rhym… That’s not been said a thousand ti… The new years come, the old years… We know we dream, we dream we know… We rise up laughing with the light…
MORTAL: “The night is cold, the hour is la… Who is it knocking at my door?” THE NEW YEAR: “I am Good Cheer.”
Wherever my feet may wander Wherever I chance to be, There comes, with the coming of ev… A vision sweet to me. I see my mother sitting
I wandered o’er the vast green pla… And searched for Pleasure. On a d… Fame’s silhouette stood sharp agai… Beyond vast crowds that thronged a… I caught the glimmer of a golden g…
Mother says, ‘Be in no hurry, Marriage oft means care and worry.… Auntie says, with manner grave, ‘Wife is synonym for slave.’ Father asks, in tones commanding,
Oh, you who read some song that I… What know you of the soul from whe… Dost dream the poet ever speaks al… His secret thought unto the listen… Go take the murmuring sea-shell fr…
I held the golden vessel of my sou… And prayed that God would fill it… Day after day the importuning cry Grew stronger-grew, a heaven-accus… Because no sacred waters laved my…
This is the song for a soldier To sing as he rides from home To the fields afar where the battl… Or over the ocean’s foam: ‘Whatever the dangers waiting
I love your lips when they’re wet… And red with a wild desire; I love your eyes when the loveligh… Lit with a passionate fire. I love your arms when the warm whi…
There are two kinds of people on e… Just two kinds of people, no more,… Not the sinner and saint, for it’s… The good are half bad, and the bad… Not the rich and the poor, for to…