#AmericanWriters
She must be honest, both in though… Of generous impulse, and above all… Not seeking praise, or place, or p… But life’s best blessings for her… Which means the best for all.
For many long uninterrupted years She was the friend and confidant o… They walked together, heart commun… In that sweet comradeship that so… Her fondest hope, her sorrows and…
When I shall meet God’s generous… Of all the riches in the heavenly… Those lesser gods, who act as Rec… For loneliness and loss upon this… Methinks abashed, and somewhat hes…
False! Good God, I am dreaming! No, no, it never can be– You who are so true in seeming, You, false to your vows and me? My wife and my fair boy’s mother
That which we had we still possess… Though leaves may drop and stars m… No circumstance can make it less Or take it from us, all in all. That which is lost we did not own;
As we hurry away to the end, my fr… Of this sad little farce called ex… We are sure that the future will b… And that is the grave in the dista… And so when our lives run along al…
Falling upon the frozen world last… I heard the slow beat of the Wint… Poor foolish drops, down-dripping… The ice-bound Earth but mocked th… Far better had the fixedness of wh…
So we must part forever; and altho… I long have beat my wings and crie… Free from your narrow limiting con… Forth into space, the true home of… Yet now, yet now that hour is draw…
It may be you’ve seen her eyes, Dark and deep like midnight skies; You mayhap have seen them flash Underneath the drooping lash, And been dazzled by the light
We love but once. The great gold… From dawn to eventide doth cast hi… But the full splendour of his perf… Is reached but once throughout the… We love but once. The waves, wit…
Ho! ho! Father Death! I have won… Another grand soul I have ruined… I, who am licensed by good Christ… Eat and eat at their souls till by… I spoil them, I soil them, and pa…
The New Year dawns again upon the… And all our land re-echoes with it… From east to west, from north to s… The sounds of merriment and goodly… With feast and revelry, with dance…
The stork flew over a town one day… And back of each wing an infant la… One to a rich man’s home he brough… And one he left at a labourer’s co… The rich man said, ‘My son shall…
‘Black sheep, black sheep, have yo… ‘Yes, sir-yes, sir: three bags ful… ‘I don’t want any New Thought,' s… ‘Or any Theosophy, for, you see, The faith I learned at my mother’…
The meadow and the mountain with d… Gazed on each other, till a fierce… Surged ‘neath the meadow’s seeming… And all the mountain’s fissures ra… A mighty river rolled between them…