#AmericanWriters
Just when all hope had perished in… And balked desire made havoc with… My cruel Ladye suddenly grew kind… And sent those gracious words upon… “When knowing Night her dusky sca…
In the rapture of life and of livi… I lift up my head and rejoice, And I thank the great Giver for g… The soul of my gladness a voice. In the glow of the glorious weathe…
Should some great angel say to me… “Thou must re-tread thy pathway fr… But God will grant, in pity, for… Some one dear wish, the nearest to… This were my wish! from my life’s…
I am serenity. Though passions b… Like mighty billows on my helpless… I know beyond them lies the perfec… Serenity, which patience can impar… And when wild tempests in my bosom…
Walking to-day on the Common, I heard a stranger say To a friend who was standing near… ‘Do you know I am going away? ’ I had never seen their faces,
There is something in the sound of… That stirs all the savage instinct… In the old times of peace we went… Through proper days Of little joys and tasks. Lonely…
When mighty issues loom before us,… The petty great men of the day see… Like pigmies standing in a blaze o… Before some grim majestic mountain… War, with its bloody and impartial…
Who is a Christian in this Christ… Of many churches and of lofty spir… Not he who sits in soft upholstere… Bought by the profits of unholy gr… And looks devotion, while he think…
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the tenor McKe… Were singing together a blithe due… And days it were better I should… Came suddenly back to me,
I shall not forget you. The years… But vain are their efforts to soft… And the strong hands of Time are… To garland the grave that is made… Your image is ever about me, befor…
The band was playing a waltz-quadr… I felt as light as a wind-blown fe… As we floated away, at the caller’… Through the intricate, mazy dance… Like mimic armies our lines were m…
The solemn Sea of Silence lies be… I know thou livest, and them loves… And yet I wish some white ship wo… Across the ocean, beating word fro… The dead calm awes me with its awf…
God, what a world, if men in stree… Felt that same kinship of the huma… Which makes them, in the face of f… Rise to the meaning of True Broth…
She rose up in the early dawn, And white and silently she moved About the house. Four men had gon… To battle for the land they loved, And she, the mother and the wife,
Uncle Rob says: Once the daisies all were white, Till a baby fellow Ate his supper down one night, And stained his face all yellow.