#AmericanWriters
(LEGEND OF THE CLIFF… Where the sturdy ocean breeze Drives the spray of roaring seas, That the Cliff House balconies Overlook:
(OPENING OF THE PACIF… What was it the Engines said, Pilots touching,—head to head Facing on the single track, Half a world behind each back?
Bells of the Past, whose long-for… Still fills the wide expanse, Tingeing the sober twilight of the… With color and romance: I hear your call, and see the sun…
(NORTHERN MEXICO, 1640) As you look from the plaza at Leo… You can see her house, but the vie… From the porch of the church where… Where much of her past still lives…
This is the reed the dead musician… With tuneful magic in its sheath s… The prompt allegro of its music st… Its melodies unbidden. But who shall finish the unfinishe…
(RE-UNION, ARMY OF THE… Well, you see, the fact is, Colon… For the farm is not half planted,… And my leg is getting troublesome,… And the doctors, they have cut and…
It is the story of Thompson—of Th… Frequently drunk was Thompson, bu… Light and free was the touch of T… Great the mortality incident on th… Yet not happy or gay was Thompson…
(MOUTH OF THE SHAFT) What I want is my husband, sir,— And if you’re a man, sir, You’ll give me an answer,— Where is my Joe?
In sixteen hundred and forty-one, The regular yearly galleon, Laden with odorous gums and spice, India cottons and India rice, And the richest silks of far Cath…
(ON THE APPROACH OF SPRI… Oh, come, my beloved, from thy win… From thy home on the Yuba, thy ra… For the waters have fallen, the wi… And the river once more has return…
FATHER FELIPE I speak not the English well, but… She speak for me; is it not so, my… Eh, little rogue? Come, salute me… Americano.
(REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL J… Waltz in, waltz in, ye little kids… And drop them books and first pot-… I kin not sling a fairy tale of J… For I hold it is unchristian to d…
I have found out a gift for my fai… I know where the fossils abound, Where the footprints of Aves decl… The birds that once walked on the… Oh, come, and—in technical speech—
‘The sky is clouded, the rocks are… The spray of the tempest is white… The winds are out with the waves a… And I shall not tempt the sea to-… ’The trail is narrow, the wood is…
Wondering maiden, so puzzled and f… Why dost thou murmur and ponder an… ‘Why are my eyelids so open and wi… Only the better to see with, my ch… Only the better and clearer to vie…