#AmericanWriters
The harp has fallen from the maste… Mute is the music, voiceless are t… Save such faint discord as the wil… In sad aeolian murmurs through the… The tide of melody, whose billows…
A Child-World, yet a wondrous wor… To those who knew its boundless ha… A simple old frame house—eight roo… Set just one side the center of a… But very hopeful Indiana town,—
He seemed so strange to me, every… In manner, and form, and size, From the boy I knew but yesterday… I could hardly believe my eyes! To hear his name called over there…
Folks has be’n to town, and Sahry Fetched 'er home a pet canary—, And of all the blame’, contrary, Aggervatin’ things alive! I love music—that I love it
A troth, and a grief, and a blessi… Disguised them and came this way—, And one was a promise, and one was… And one was a rainy day. And they met betimes with this mai…
Ah, Almon Keefer! what a boy you… With your back-tilted hat and care… And open, honest, fresh, fair face… With their all-varying looks of pl… And joyous interest in flower and…
The kind of a man for you and me! He faces the world unflinchingly, And smites, as long as the wrong r… With a knuckled faith and force li… He lives the life he is preaching…
‘Why do I sing—Tra-la-la-la-la! Glad as a King?—Tra-la-la-la-la! Well, since you ask,— I have such a pleasant task, I can not help but sing!
Out of the hitherwhere into the Y… The land that the Lord’s love res… Where one may rely on the friends… And the smiles that greet him alon… Where the mother that left you yea…
In the jolly winters Of the long-ago, It was not so cold as now— O! No! No! Then, as I remember,
I dreamed I was a spider; A big, fat, hungry spider; A lusty, rusty spider With a dozen palsied limbs; With a dozen limbs that dangled
‘Twas a Funny Little Fellow Of the very purest type, For he had a heart as mellow As an apple over ripe; And the brightest little twinkle
They called him Mr. What’s-his-na… From where he was, or why he came, Or when, or what he found to do, Nobody in the city knew. He lived, it seemed, shut up alone
By her white bed I muse a little… She fell asleep—not very long ago,… And yet the grass was here and not… The leaf, the bud, the blossom, an… Midsummer’s heaven above us, and t…
Gracie wuz allus a _careless_ tot; But Gracie dearly loved her doll, An’ played wiv it on the winder-si… 'Way up-stairs, when she ought to… An’ her muvver _telled_ her so an’…