#Americans #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
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…
Wherever the white man’s feet have… (Oh far does the white man stray) A bold road rifles the virginal so… And the forest wakes out of its dr… To yield him the right of way.
Last summer, lazing by the sea, I met a most entrancing creature, Her black eyes quite bewildered me… She had a Spanish cast of feature… She often smoked a cigarette,
‘Be not attached.’ So runs the g… For those who seek to ‘know’ and ‘… Who sounds the waters of the deepe… Must first draw up his anchor and… But not for me, that knowledge.…
Nay, Romney, nay—I will not hear… Those words again: “I love you, l… You are profane—blasphemous. I r… You are no actor for so grand a pl… You love with all your heart? We…
My babe was moaning in its sleep, I leaned and kissed it where it la… My pain was such I could not weep… Oh, would God take my child away? He had so many round his throne—
If all the year was summer time, And all the aim of life Was just to lilt on like a rhyme, Then I would be your wife. If all the days were August days,
Talk happiness. The world is sad… Without your woe. No path is whol… Look for the places that are smoot… And speak of them to rest the wear… Of earth; so hurt by one continuou…
So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind, Is all the sad world needs.
In the faint flush upon the tell-t… And in the pallor that succeeds it… The quivering lid of an averted ey… The smile that proves the parent o… Thus doth Love speak.
There was a sound in the wind to-d… Like a joyous cymbal ringing! And the leaves of the trees talked… And they altogether were singing, For they knew that an army, both b…
Well, Mabel, ’tis over and ended—… The ball I wrote was to be; And oh! it was perfectly splendid—… If you could have been here to see… I’ve a thousand things to write yo…
Columbia, fair queen in your glory… Columbia, the pride of the earth! We crown you with song– wreath and… We honour the day of your birth! The wrath of a king and his minion…
Today I had a burial of my dead. There was no shroud, no coffin, an… No prayers were uttered and no tea… I only turned a picture to the wal… A picture that had hung within my…
I have lived this life as the skep… I have said the sweetness was less… Praising, nor cursing, the Hand t… I have drifted aimlessly through i… I have scoffed at the tale of a so…
