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Pretend that all the years have passed Be what you were when youth was fine |
There are thousands here in these haunts of sin, They have each been somebody's pride and joy, You must be healthy, pure, and strong, You must be leader, but always seem You must be cleanly, and kind, and sweet, Oh, woman, you are sold at a fearful price, A life that is pure needs a pure one in turn, A woman's life is a precious thing, You can pray for his soul from morn till eve, God gives to woman a right to press |
I love thee with the passion put to use |
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright, Meet in the aspect and her eyes; Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven and gaudy day denies. |
O, my luve's like a red red rose That's newly sprung in June O my luve's like a melodie That's sweetly played in tune |
Underneath the blossom Ah! my faults like thorns are, |
The friends who come and the hour they It isn't the size of your head so much, For making money is not hard |
FOR her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader. Search narrowly the lines! they hold a treasure Divine a talisman an amulet That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure The words the syllables! Do not forget The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor And yet there is in this no Gordian knot Which one might not undo without a sabre, If one could merely comprehend the plot. Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing Of poets, by poets as the name is a poet's, too, Its letters, although naturally lying Like the knight Pinto Mendez Ferdinando Still form a synonum for Truth Cease trying! You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do. |
Two chambers has the heart, And Joy and Pain apart Dwell there. Bid Joy awake, with brow So fair. Let Pain no waking know. Have care. |
The Many try, but oh! how few are they |
IF ever two were one then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; If ever wife were happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor aught but love from thee give recompense. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. Then while we live, in love let's so perservere That when we live no more, we may live ever. |
Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing Ever made by the hand above A woman's heart and a woman's life And a woman's wonderful love? Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing As a child might ask for a toy? Demanding what others have died to win With the reckless dash of a boy! You have written my lesson of duty out, Manlike, you have questioned me; Now, stand at the bar of my woman's soul, While I shall question thee. I am fair and young, but the rose will fade From my soft young cheeks one day Will you love me then 'mid the falling leaves As you did 'mid the bloom of May? Is your heart an ocean so strong and deep, I may launch my all on its tide? A loving woman finds heaven or hell On the day she's made a bride! I require all things that are grand and true, All things that a man should be; If you give this all, I would stake my life, To be all you demand of me. If you can't do this, a laundress and cook You can hire with a little pay. But a woman's heart and a woman's life Are not to be won that way. |
For there are troubles all your own But just to feel you have a friend It helps somehow to pull you through |
Oh, the comfort the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. |
The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring, Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, |
They were my friends, 'twas sad to part; For men that will not idlers be I do not blame; I think that when I knew it, when we parted, well, That friends, however friends they were, But love is, as they tell us, blind; |
Be a friend. You don't need glory. Be a friend. The pay is bigger |
We have been gay together; We have been sad together; |
I was weary and full of disquiet; |
Then felt I like a child that holds Much have I thought of life, and seen So, when I hear these poor ones laugh, When I had money, money, O! |
But Friendship is a nobler thing, |
A friend is one who stands to share No grievous fault or passing whim No matter where your path may turn There is no wish your tongue can tell |
I'd like to do the big things and the splendid things for you, I'd like to give you back the joy that you have given me, I'm wishing at this Christmas time that I could but repay |
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