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Such beautiful, beautiful hands, They're neither white nor Small; And you,I know,would scarcely think That they were fair at all. I've looked on hands whose form and hue A sculptor's dream might be,…
If you think you are beaten,you are. If you think you are dare not,you don't, If you like to win,but you think you can't, It is almost certain you won't. If you think you'll lose , you're lost, For o…
Fairer is the manuscript When the Reed is clipped; Clearer runs the message,when There's a trimming of the pen. Dimbly burns the lantern,but When its wick is cut Perfect will its lustre be Through th…
I sought to hear the voice of God, And climbed the topmost steeple, But God declared:"go down again, I dwell Among the people."
Music ,when soft voices die , Vibrates in the memory; Odours,when sweet Violet's sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves,when the Rose is dead , Are headed for the beloved's bed; And…
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, `this is my own,my native land !' Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wander…
Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This city now doth ,like a garment wear The beauty of the morning;silent ,bare…