#AmericanWriters
How does it happen, tell me, That I who was the most erudite o… Who knew Blackstone and Coke Almost by heart, who made the grea… The court-house ever heard, and wr…
I was a lawyer like Harmon Whitne… Or Kinsey Keene or Garrison Stan… For I tried the rights of propert… Although by lamp-light, for thirty… In that poker room in the opera ho…
You may think, passer-by, that Fa… Is a pit-fall outside of yourself, Around which you may walk by the u… And wisdom. Thus you believe, viewing the live…
Flag of the great republic, banner… Carried aloft for freedom in many… Torn by the shot of tyrants in bat… The rallying hope of our fathers b… But what is it but a rag, save it…
Nothing in life is alien to you: I was a penniless girl from Summu… Who stepped from the morning train… All the houses stood before me wit… And drawn shades—I was barred out…
I was the daughter of Lambert Hut… Born in a cottage near the grist-m… Reared in the mansion there on the… With its spires, bay-windows, and… How proud my mother was of the man…
‘Get children,’ says Commodus. Wh… The portals of the earth? Pre-nat… If you had entered here the god of… Had slaughtered you to crown ambit…
I was the laughing-stock of the vi… Chiefly of the people of good sens… Also of the learned, like Rev. Pe… The same as English. For instead of talking free trade,
Did you ever see an alligator Come up to the air from the mud, Staring blindly under the full gla… Have you seen the stabled horses a… Tremble and start back at the sigh…
Rhodes’ slave! Selling shoes and… Flour and bacon, overalls, clothin… For fourteen hours a day for three… For more than twenty years. Saying “Yes’m” and “Yes, sir”, an…
I grew spiritually fat living off… If I saw a soul that was strong I wounded its pride and devoured i… The shelters of friendship knew my… For where I could steal a friend…
My father who owned the wagon-shop And grew rich shoeing horses Sent me to the University of Mont… I learned nothing and returned hom… Roaming the fields with Bert Kess…
In a lingering fever many visions… I was in the little house again With its great yard of clover Running down to the board-fence, Shadowed by the oak tree,
Horses and men are just alike. There was my stallion, Billy Lee, Black as a cat and trim as a deer, With an eye of fire, keen to start… And he could hit the fastest speed
You never marveled, dullards of S… When Chase Henry voted against th… To revenge himself for being shut… But none of you was keen enough To follow my steps, or trace me ho…