#AmericanWriters
Heigh ho! well, the season’s over! Once again we’ve come to Lent! Programme’s changed from balls and… Now we’re ordered to repent. Forty days of self-denial!
Do you remember the name I wore '… The old pet-name of Little Queen… In the dear, dead days that are no… The happiest days of our lives, I… For we loved with that passionate…
Do you know what moves the tides As they swing from low to high? ’Tis the love, love, love, Of the moon within the sky. Oh! they follow where she guides,
Only a simple rhyme of love and so… Where 'blisses’ rhymed with ‘kisse… Yet, reading it, new strength I s… To live on bravely and to do my pa… A little rhyme about a heart that’…
Oh, for the power to call to aid,… Own humble Muse, the famed and sa… Then might she fitly sing, and onl… Of those intrepid and unflinching… Who knew no homes save ever moving…
‘He that hath an ear, let him hear… St. John the Divine. The Spirit says unto the churches… ‘Ere ever the churches began I lived in the centre of Being–
If any line that I ever penned, Or any word I have spoken, Has comforted heart of foe or frie… In any way, why my life, I’ll say… Has reaped the reward of labour,
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…
In his great cushioned chair by th… An old man sits dreaming to-night, His withered hands, licked by the… Warm rays of the red anthracite, Are folded before him, all listles…
God measures souls by their capaci… For entertaining his best Angel,… Who loveth most is nearest kin to… Who is all Love, or Nothing. He who sits
The father sits in his lonely room… Outside sings a little bird. But the shadows are laden with dea… And the song is all unheard. The father’s heart is the home of…
I saw a maid with her chivalrous l… He was both tender and true; He kissed her lips, vowing over an… ‘Darling, I worship you.’ Sing, sing, bird of the spring,
Over my desk in a dark office bend… Dim seems the sunlight and dull se… But when the afternoon draws towar… Here waits my steel steed-I mount… Like cobwebs of silver I see in t…
Sit still, I say, and dispense wi… I hurt your wrists? Well, you hav… It is time you found out that all… Nor toys to be used as your mood m… I will not let go of your hands, n…
You will forget me. The years are… They bind up the wounds which we t… This dream of our youth will fade… Fades from the skies when the sun… The cloud of forgetfulness, over a…