#AmericanWriters
A cloud fell down from the heavens… And broke on the mountain’s brow; It scattered the dusky fragments All over the vale below. The moon and the stars were anxiou…
THE gray dawn on the mountain top Is slow to pass away. Still lays him by in sluggish drea… The golden God of day. And then a light along the hills,
Dear critic, who my lightness so d… Would I might study to be prince… Right wisely would I rule that du… But, sir, I may not, till you abd…
AN old man planted and dug and te… Toiling in joy from dew to dew; The sun was kind, and the rain bef… Fine grew his orchard and fair to… Then he said: ‘I will quiet my th…
TIM Murphy’s gon’ walkin’ wid Ma… O chone! If I was her muther, I’d frown on… O chone! I’m sure its unmutherlike, darin’…
Emblem of blasted hope and lost de… No finger ever traced thy yellow p… Save Time’s. Thou hast not wrough… The hearts thou wouldst have stirr… Save sad flames set to light a fun…
Wen de snow 's a—fallin’ An’ de win’ is col’. Mammy 'mence a—callin’, Den she 'mence to scol’, 'Lucius Lishy Brackett,
She told her beads with down—cast… Within the ancient chapel dim; And ever as her fingers slim Slipt o’er th’ insensate ivories, My rapt soul followed, spaniel—wis…
Not they who soar, but they who pl… Their rugged way, unhelped, to Go… Are heroes; they who higher fare, And, flying, fan the upper air, Miss all the toil that hugs the so…
Oh, wind of the spring—time, oh, f… When blossoms and bird—song are ri… Oh, joy for the season, and joy fo… That gave me the roses of life, of… That gave me the roses of life.
A BLUE—BELL springs upon the l… A lark sits singing in the hedge; Sweet perfumes scent the balmy air… And life is brimming everywhere. What lark and breeze and bluebird…
W’EN de evenin’ shadders Come a—glidin’ down, Fallin’ black an’ heavy Ovah hill an’ town, Ef you listen keerful,
'Tis an old deserted homestead On the outskirts of the town, Where the roof is all moss—covered… And the walls are tumbling down; But around that little cottage
THE air is dark, the sky is gray, The misty shadows come and go, And here within my dusky room Each chair looks ghostly in the gl… Outside the rain falls cold and sl…
Aye, lay him in his grave, the old… His life is lived—fulfilled his de… Have you for him no sad, regretful… To drop beside the cold, unfollowe… Can you not pay the tribute of a s…