Now, who shall arbitrate? / Ten men love what I hate, / Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; / Ten who in ears and eyes / Match me: we all surmise, / They this thing, and I that: whom shall my soul believe?
Never may I commence my song, my due / To God who best taught song by gift of thee, / Except with bent head and beseeching hand - / That still, despite the distance and the dark, / What was, again may be.
Why need the other women know so much?
For note, when evening shuts, / A certain moment cuts / The deed off, calls the glory from the grey.
All men on whom the Higher Nature has stamped the Love of Truth, should especially concern themselves in laboring for posterity, in order that future generations may be enriched by their efforts, as they themselves were made rich by the efforts of ge
Three years after the invasion, this government has not learnt one lesson.
There's a woman like a dew-drop, she's so purer than the purest.
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea, And the sun looked over the mountain's rim: And straight was a path of gold for him, And the need of a world of men for me