#AmericanWriters
Oh luxury! Beyond the heat And dust of town, with dangling fe… Astride the rock below the dam, In the cool shadows where the calm Rests on the stream again, and all
O we go down to sea in ships— But Hope remains behind, And Love, with laughter on his li… And Peace, of passive mind; While out across the deeps of nigh…
Knightly Rider of the Knee Of Proud-prancing Unclery! Gaily mount, and wave the sign Of that mastery of thine. Pat thy steed and turn him free,
Neglected now is the old guitar And moldering into decay; Fretted with many a rift and scar That the dull dust hides away, While the spider spins a silver st…
‘Hey, Bud! O Bud!’ rang out a gl… '_The Loehrs is come to your hous… But very much elated little chap, In snowy linen-suit and tasseled c… Leaped from the back-fence just ac…
The stars are falling, and the sky Is like a field of faded flowers; The winds on weary wings go by; The moon hides, and the tempest lo… And still through every clime 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…
Of the North I wove a dream, All bespangled with the gleam Of the glancing wings of swallows Dipping ripples in a stream, That, like a tide of wine,
The pipes of Pan! Not idler now a… Than when their cunning fashioner… The pith of music from them: Yet… And me their notes are blown in ma… Lost in our murmurings for that ol…
I’m thist a little cripple boy, an… An’ get a great big man at all!—'c… When I was thist a baby onc’t, I… An’ got 'The Curv’ture of the Sp… I never had no Mother nen—fer my…
The orchard lands of Long Ago! O drowsy winds, awake, and blow The snowy blossoms back to me, And all the buds that used to be! Blow back along the grassy ways
Leedle Dutch baby haff come ter t… Jabber und jump till der day gone… Jabber und sphlutter und sphlit he… Vot a Dutch baby dees Londsmon va… I dink dose mout’ vas leedle too v…
Herr Weiser—! Three-score-years-a… A hale white rose of his country-m… Transplanted here in the Hoosier… And blossomy as his German home— As blossomy and as pure and sweet
Of all the doctors I could cite y… Doc Sifers is my favorite, jes’ t… Count in the Bethel Neighberhood,… And Sifers’ standin’s jes’ as goo… There’s old Doc Wick, and Glenn,…
Ah, help me! but her face and brow Are lovelier than lilies are Beneath the light of moon and star That smile as they are smiling now… White lilies in a pallid swoon