#AmericanWriters
No greater earthly boon than this… That those who some day gather ‘ro… In place of tears, may whisper of… ’He sang a song that reached the h…
Look heah! 'Splain to me de reaso… Why you said to Squire Lee, Der wuz twelve ole chicken thieves In dis heah town, includin’ me. Ef he tole you dat, my brudder,
‘She’s built of steel From deck to keel, And bolted strong and tight; In scorn she’ll sail The fiercest gale,
How would you have us, as we are? Or sinking 'neath the load we bear… Our eyes fixed forward on a star? Or gazing empty at despair? Rising or falling? Men or things?
When morning shows her first faint… I think of the tender blush That crept so gently to your cheek When first my love I dared to spe… How, in your glance, a dawning ray
The glory of the day was in her fa… The beauty of the night was in her… And over all her loveliness, the g… Of Morning blushing in the early… And in her voice, the calling of t…
Are you bowed down in heart? Do you but hear the clashing disco… Then come away, come to the peacef… Here bathe your soul in silence.… From out the palpitating solitude
I dreamed that I was a rose That grew beside a lonely way, Close by a path none ever chose, And there I lingered day by day. Beneath the sunshine and the show’…
For fifty years, Cruel, insatiable Old World. You have punched me over the heart Till you made me cough blood. The few paltry things I gathered
I knew not who had wrought with sk… What I beheld; nor by what laws o… He had created life and love and h… On canvas, from mere color, curve… Silent I stood and made no move o…
Have you been sore discouraged in… And even sometimes weighted by the… That those with whom and those for… Lagged far behind, or dared but fa… And that the opposing forces in th…
Sunrise in the Tropics Sol, Sol, mighty lord of the trop… Here I wait with the trembling st… To see thee once more take thy thr… There the patient palm tree watchi…
The snow has ceased its fluttering… The wind sunk to a whisper light, An ominous stillness fills the nig… A pause—a hush. At last, a sound that breaks the s…
(Negro Love Song) Breeze a-sighin’ and a-blowin’, Southern summer night. Stars a-gleamin’ and a-glowin’, Moon jes shinin’ right.
Three students once tarried over t… And into Frau Wirthin’s turned to… ‘Say, hostess, have you good beer… And where is that pretty daughter… ‘My beer and wine is fresh and cle…