#AmericanWriters
There sat two glasses, filled to t… On a rich man’s table, rim to rim. One was ruddy and red as blood, And one was clear as the crystal f… Said the glass of wine to his pale…
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…
This little toe is hungry– This little toe is too, This toe lies abed like a sleepy h… And this toe cries ‘Boo-hoo.’ This toe big and tall is the smart…
Fire! Fire! Fire! the cry rang ou… The roving winds caught it up, and… Louder and louder still, by voices… The cry went up and out and a nati… ‘Come, for the love of God, and h…
In Nature’s bright blossoms not a… That strange subtle essence more r… Which lies in the hearts of carnat… That unexplained something by men… Though modest the flower, yet grea…
I was smoking a cigarette; Maud, my wife, and the tenor McKe… Were singing together a blithe due… And days it were better I should… Came suddenly back to me,
O man, with your wonderful dower, O woman, with genius and grace, You can teach the whole world with… If you are but worthy the place. The stage is a force and a factor
I gave a beggar from my little sto… Of well-earned gold. He spent th… And came again, and yet again, sti… And hungry, as before. I gave a thought, and through that…
We women teach our little sons how… And how ignoble blows are; school… Support our precepts and inoculate The growing minds with thoughts of… ‘Let dogs delight to bark and bite…
’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,
Wife Reach out your arms, and hold me c… Tell me there are no memories of y… That mar this love of ours, so gre… Husband
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…
If I could clasp my little babe Upon my breast to-night, I would not mind the blowing wind That shrieketh in affright. Oh, my lost babe! my little babe,
‘What’s in a glass of wine?’ There, set the glass where I can… Now listen to me, friend, while I… And tell you what I see– What I behold with my far-reachin…
Into the world’s most high and hol… Men carry selfishness, and graft a… The air is rent with warring of th… Loud Dogmas drown a brother’s cry… The Fleet-of-Creeds, upon Time’s…