By the sad fellowship of human suffering, By the bereavements that are thine and mine, I venture--oh, forgive me!--with this offering, I would it were to thee God's oil and wine ...
Dark and more dark the shades of evening fell; The wished-for point was reached, but at an hour When little could be gained from that rich dower Of prospect, whereof many thousands tell....
My voice rings out, this time, from Damascus It rings out from the house of my mother and father In Sham. The geography of my body changes. The cells of my blood become green....
"Gooid gracious!" cried Susy, one fine summer's morn, "Here's a bonny to do! aw declare! Aw wor nivver soa capt sin th' day aw wor born! Aw neer saw sich a seet at a fair. ...
Did you never know, long ago, how much you loved me, That your love would never lessen and never go? You were young then, proud and fresh-hearted, You were too young to know. ...
1. Orphan Hours, the Year is dead, Come and sigh, come and weep! Merry Hours, smile instead, For the Year is but asleep. See, it smiles as it is sleeping, Mocking your untimely weeping. ...
As through life you journey onward Many a hill you'll have to climb; Many a rough and dang'rous pathway, You'll encounter time and time. Now and then a gleam of sunshine,...
"Do you remember me? or are you proud?" Lightly advancing thro' her star-trimm'd crowd, Ianthe said, and lookt into my eyes, "A yes, a yes, to both: for Memory Where you but once have been must ever be,...
Do you remember once, in Paris of glad faces, The night we wandered off under the third moon's rays And, leaving far behind bright streets and busy places,...
They say that I never have written of love, As a writer of songs should do; They say that I never could touch the strings With a touch that is firm and true; They say I know nothing of women and men...
Thus is the storm abated by the craft Of a shrewd Counselor, eager to protect The Church, whose power hath recently been checked, Whose monstrous riches threatened. So the shaft...
Sun, whom the faltering snow-cloud fears, Rise, let the time of year be May, Speak now the word that April hears, Let March have all his royal way; Bid all spring raise in winter's ears...
A night drive to Ein Yahav in the Arava Desert, a drive in the rain. Yes, in the rain. There I met people who grow date palms, there I saw tamarisk trees and risk trees,...
Hence, my epistle skim the Deep fly o'er Yon smooth expanse to the Teutonic shore! Haste lest a friend should grieve for thy delay And the Gods grant that nothing thwart thy way!...
Hence, my epistle--skim the Deep--fly o'er Yon smooth expanse to the Teutonic shore! Haste--lest a friend should grieve for thy delay-- And the Gods grant that nothing thwart thy way!...