Life for the living, and rest for the dead!.

I hold that all the evil we know on earth finds in this violence done to love its true and legitimate birth..

But leave me to my beer! Gold is dross, love is loss, so if I gulp my sorrows down, or see them drown in foamy draughts of old nut-brown, then I do w….

A silence reigns upon the air, Upon the pansies by the shore, Upon the violets, pale and fair, Upon the willow, bending o'er; The reeds and lilies si….

I love this simple maiden, She grows upon me more and more, And--ask the moon who 't was that kissed, Last night upon the shore!.

Experience is bitter, but its teachings we retain; It has taught me this--who once has loved, loves never on earth again!.

I let my summer days pass idly on..

Twas a jolly old pedagogue, long ago, Tall and slender, and sallow and dry; His form was bent, and his gait was slow, His long thin hair was white as….

Here with my beer I sit, while golden moments flit: alas! They pass unheeded by: and as they fly, I, being dry, sit idly sipping here, my beer..

The glass of your life is darkened, and darkly through it you see distorted and ghastly fragments of duty and destiny..

O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And p….

O'er hill and field October's glories fade; O'er hill and field the blackbirds southward fly; The brown leaves rustle down the forest glade, Where na….

Ah, many a one has started forth with hope and purpose high; Has fought throughout a weary life, and passed all pleasure by; Has burst all flowery ch….

What rare days were those, When my chief duty was to write a song..

The living need charity more than the dead..