#AmericanWriters
I think that the bitterest sorrow… Of love unrequited, or cold death’… Is sweet compared to that hour whe… That some grand passion is on the… When we see that the glory and glo…
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…
I: BLIND When first the shadows fell, like… And darkness spread before me, lik… I cried out for the sun, the earth… And beat the air, as madmen beat a…
Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust. In restless youth I railed at fat…
I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plight… But couldn’t you be my friend? Couldn’t we sit in the twilight,
She rose up in the early dawn, And white and silently she moved About the house. Four men had gon… To battle for the land they loved, And she, the mother and the wife,
Don’t drink, boys, don’t! There is nothing of happiness, ple… In brandy, in whiskey, in rum, ale… If they cheer you when drunk, you… In headaches and crossness the fol…
A maiden sat in teh sunset glow Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ag… That we see through a mist of tear… She sat and dreamed, with lips apa… With thoughtful eyes and a beating…
I saw fond lovers in that glow That oft-times fades away too soon… I saw and said, ‘Their joy I know… I, too, have had my honeymoon.’ A young expectant mother’s gaze
Uncle Rob says, That once on a time the fire flies Were stars with the others up in t… They used to shimmer, and dance an… Night after night in the Milky Wa…
I am the Voice of the Voiceless Through me the dumb shall speak Till the world’s deaf ear be made… The wrongs of the wordless weak. Oh shame on the mothers of mortals
Let me lean hard upon the Eternal… In all earth’s devious ways, I so… And found it not. I will be stron… And lean upon myself. I will not… And importune all heaven with my c…
The beautiful and slender young N… In trailing robes of pink and pale… Swept close to Venus, and breathe… A precious boon, I ask, dear frie… ‘O queen of light and beauty, you…
Who thinks how desolate and strang… To me must seem the autumn’s chang… When housed in attic or in chest, A lonely and unwilling guest, I lie through nights of bleak Dec…
Quite carelessly I turned the new… A song I sang, full many a year a… Smiled up at me, as in a busy stre… One meets an old-time friend he us… So full it was, that simple little…