#AmericanWriters #PoemsOfPower
We must not force events, but rath… The heart soil ready for their com… The earth spreads carpets for the… Or, with the strengthening tonic o… Prepares for Winter. Should a Ju…
The Wife The house is like a garden, The children are the flowers, The gardener should come methinks And walk among his bowers,
Somewhere I’ve read a thoughtful… 'All perfect things are three-fold… Our love has the rare symbol of pe… The brain’s response, the warm blo… The soul’s sweet language, silent…
We are the army stevedores, lusty… We are given the hardest work of t… We handle the heavy boxes, and sho… While soldiers and sailors work in… But somebody has to do this work,…
As in the long dead days marauding… Of Indians came from far Siberian… And drove the peaceful Aztecs fro… Despoiled their homes (but left th… So has the white man with the Ind…
Maybe this is fun, sitting in the… With a book and parasol, as my An… While he dips his line in the ocea… Under the impression that his bait… ’Tis romantic, yes, but I must co…
AIR-'O SUSANNAH!’ Ye soldiers in the temperance caus… Our work is but begun. Oh! sit not down in idleness And think the field is won.
When Christmas bells are swinging… We hear sweet voices ringing from… And etched on vacant places, Are half forgotten faces Of friends we used to cherish, and…
If one poor burdened toiler o’er l… Who meets us by the way, Goes on less conscious of his gall… Then life, indeed, does pay. If we can show one troubled heart…
’Tis the song of the morning, The words of the sun, As he swings o’er the mountains: ‘There’s work to be done: I must wake up the sleepers,
In the journey of life, as we trav… To the mystical goal that is hidde… You may stumble at times into Roa… Not seeing the sign-board that poi… Through caverns of sorrow your fee…
Before this scarf was faded, What hours of mirth it knew; How gayly it paraded From smiling eyes to view. The days were tinged with glory,
Ho! for the day in the whole year… Long may it live in the heart of t… Long may it be ere the names are f… That boldly were signed to the gra… Shout, sons of liberty! shout for…
Last was the wealth I carried in… Youth, health, ambition, hope and… And Fate, those robbers fit for a… Stole all, and left me but the emp… Before me lay a long and lonely tr…
I shall not forget you. The years… But vain are their efforts to soft… And the strong hands of Time are… To garland the grave that is made… Your image is ever about me, befor…