When my mother died I was very young， And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry `'weep！ 'weep！ 'weep！ 'weep！' S...
A pretence of Art to destroy Art； a pretence of Liberty To destroy Liberty； a pretence of Religion to destroy Religion...
Merry， merry sparrow！ Under leaves so green， A happy blossom Sees you， swift as arrow， Seek your cradle narrow Near my bosom. Pretty， pretty robin！ Un...
Each Man is in his Spectre's power Until the arrival of that hour， When his Humanity awake， And cast his Spectre into the Lake....
'Twas on a Holy Thursday， their innocent faces clean， The children walking two and two， in red and blue and green， Grey-headed beadles walk'd ...
Our Wars are wars of life， and wounds of love， With intellectual spears， and long wingèd arrows of thought. Mutual in one another's love an...
And laughing is heard on the hill， My heart is at rest within my breast， And everything else is still. `Then come home， my children， the sun is gone d...
What may Man be？ who can tell？ But what may Woman be， To have power over Man from Cradle to corruptible Grave？ There is a Throne in every Man： it is t...
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy， And the dimpling stream runs laughing by； When the air does laugh with our merry wit， And the green ...
O what is Life and what is Man？ O what is Death？ Wherefore Are you， my Children， natives in the Grave to where I go？ Or are you born to feed the hungr...