What shall we do? (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Here now forevermore our lives must part.My path leads there, and yours another way.What shall we do with this fond ...
Here now forevermore our lives must part.My path leads there, and yours another way.What shall we do with this fond ...
I dreamed that each most lovely, perfect thingThat nature hath, of sound and form and hue-The winds, the grass, the ...
SO I have kissed you! And this hour is mine.Its light along the level future lasts,It crowns a drab eternity ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Our eyes are limpid drops of water. In each drop exists a tiny sign of our genius which has given ...
Man became holy readied for sacrifice there on the mountain face and clothing radiant brighter than earthly white law and ...
As He is so want to do, the lectionary was blended sharing a deeper message, in the mixing of the ...
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Out of your whole life give but a moment! All of your life that has gone before, All to come ...
Too sweet and too subtle for pen or for tongue In phrases unwritten and measures unsung, As deep and as ...
1 TO think of time-of all that retrospection! To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward! Have you guess'd ...
TO thee, old Cause! Thou peerless, passionate, good cause! Thou stern, remorseless, sweet Idea! Deathless throughout the ages, races, lands! ...
Friend!--the Great Ruler, easily content, Needs not the laws it has laborious been The task of small professors to invent; ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright, Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice-- Moons ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
I Throughout the afternoon I watched them there, Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fantastic in the misty air, ...
Where is David? . . . O God's people, Saul has passed, the good and great. Mourn for Saul the ...
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