#AmericanWriters
I step across the mystic border-la… And look upon the wonder-world of… How beautiful, how beautiful its h… And all its valleys, how surpassin… The winding paths that lead up to…
I think I hear the sound of horse… Beating upon the graveled avenue. Go to the window that looks on the… He would not let me die alone, I… Back to the couch the patient watc…
I wandered o’er the vast green pla… And searched for Pleasure. On a d… Fame’s silhouette stood sharp agai… Beyond vast crowds that thronged a… I caught the glimmer of a golden g…
Oh! the maidens of France are cer… And I think every fellow will sta… That the 'what-you-may-call-it’ co… They put up their hair is great! And they know how to dress, and th…
You who are loudly crying out for… You who are wanting love to vanqui… How is it in the four walls of you… The while you wait? Do those who form your household w…
Above the din of commerce, above t… Of labor disputing with riches, of… Above the hurry and hustle and roa… Where men are fighting for riches.… I see no savage host, I hear no m…
The New Year dawns again upon the… And all our land re-echoes with it… From east to west, from north to s… The sounds of merriment and goodly… With feast and revelry, with dance…
I into life so full of love was se… That all the shadows which fall on… Of every human being could not sta… But fled before the light my spiri… I saw the world through gold and c…
The devil to Bacchus said, one da… In a scowling, growling, petulant… As he came from earth to hell: ‘There’s a soul above that I cann… And I’ve struggled long and well;
Have you heard of the king of Can… Well, listen while I sing, He has pages on every hand, For he is a mighty king, And thousands of children bend the…
Life is a ponderous lesson-book, a… The teacher. When I came to love’… My teacher turned the page and bad… ‘Learn first,’ she said, 'love’s g… And o’er and o’er through many a l…
Who travels alone with his eyes on… Though he laughs in the day time o… For courage goes down at the set o… When the toil of the journey is al… He speeds but to grief though full…
Like some schoolmaster, kind in be… Who hears the children crying o’er… And calling, “Help me, master!” y… Since in his silence and refusal l… Their self-development, so God ab…
Obscured the sun, the world is dar… Maid of Orleans, Joan of Arc, Send down thy spark. Let every heart in France be stir… By such an all-compelling word
The danger of war, with its havoc… The danger of ocean, when storms a… The danger of jungles, where wild… The danger that lies in the mounta… Why, what are they but all mere ch…