#Americans #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
God and I in space alone And nobody else in view. “And where are the people, O Lord… “The earth below, and the sky o’er… And the dead whom once I knew?”
The stork flew over a town one day… And back of each wing an infant la… One to a rich man’s home he brough… And one he left at a labourer’s co… The rich man said, ‘My son shall…
Don’t bring into the lodge-room Anger, and spite, and pride. Drop at the gate of the temple The strife of the world outside. Forget all your cares and trials,
England, father and mother in one, Look on your stalwart son. Sturdy and strong, with the valour… Where is another so lusty? Coated and mailed, with the armour…
Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine… As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth here His earthly race without a foe. I saw a prize, “Run,” cried my fr…
Friend of my youth, let us talk of… Of the long lost golden hours. When “Winter” meant only Christma… And “Summer” wreaths of flowers. Life has grown old, and cold, my f…
Uncle Rob says: Once the daisies all were white, Till a baby fellow Ate his supper down one night, And stained his face all yellow.
There is no chance, no destiny, no… Can circumvent or hinder or contro… The firm resolve of a determined s… Gifts count for nothing; will alon… All things give way before it, soo…
Gather them out of the valley— Bring them from moorland and hill, And cast them in wreaths and in ga… On the city so silent and still— So voiceless, so silent, and still…
However the battle is ended, Though proudly the victor comes With fluttering flags and prancing… And echoing roll of drums, Still truth proclaims this motto
One moment alone in the garden, Under the August skies; The moon had gone but the stars sh… Shone like your beautiful eyes. Away from the glitter and gaslight…
You know that oasis, fresh and fai… In the city desert, as Greeley sq… That bright triangle of scented bl… That lies surrounded by grime and… Right in the breast of the seethin…
Wise men tell me thou, O Fate, Art invincible and great. Well, I own thy prowess; still Dare I flount thee, with my will. Thou canst shatter in a span
GOOD-BYE to the cradle, the dea… The rude hand of Progress has thr… No more to its motion o’er sleep’s… Our play-weary wayfarers peacefull… No more by the rhythm of slow-movi…
I am stirred by the dream of an af… Of a perfect day—though it was not… The lilt of winds, and the droning… That a busy city was humming. And a bronze-brown head, and lips…
