#AmericanWriters
Weep not, weep not, She is not dead; She’s resting in the bosom of Jes… Heart-broken husband—weep no more; Grief-stricken son—weep no more;
O Southland! O Southland! Have you not heard the call, The trumpet blown, the word made k… To the nations, one and all? The watchword, the hope-word,
Her eyes, twin pools of mystic lig… The blend of star-sheen and black… O’er which, to sound their glamour… A man might bend, and vainly gaze. Her eyes, twin pools so dark and d…
O whitened head entwined in turban… O kind black face, O crude, but t… O foster-mother in whose arms ther… The race whose sons are masters of… It was thine arms that sheltered i…
O mighty, powerful, dark-dispellin… Now thou art risen, and thy day be… How shrink the shrouding mists bef… As up thou spring’st to thy diurna… How darkness chases darkness to th…
O black and unknown bards of long… How came your lips to touch the sa… How, in your darkness, did you com… The power and beauty of the minstr… Who first from midst his bonds lif…
The hand of Fate cannot be stayed… The course of Fate cannot be stee… By all the gods that man has made, Nor all the devils he has feared, Not by the prayers that might be p…
‘She’s built of steel From deck to keel, And bolted strong and tight; In scorn she’ll sail The fiercest gale,
W’en de leaves begin to fall, An’ de fros’ is on de ground, An’ de 'simmons is a-ripenin’ on d… W’en I heah de dinner call, An’ de chillen gadder 'round,
Around the council-board of Hell,… The Three Great Scourges of huma… Gaunt Famine, with hollow cheek a… ‘O, Prince, I have stalked the ea… And my victims by ten thousands I…
Enough of love! Let break its eve… Ended my youthful folly! for I kn… That, like the dazzling, glister-s… Celia, thou art beautiful, but col… I do not find in thee that warmth…
How would you have us, as we are? Or sinking 'neath the load we bear… Our eyes fixed forward on a star? Or gazing empty at despair? Rising or falling? Men or things?
O brothers mine, to-day we stand Where half a century sweeps our ke… Since God, through Lincoln’s read… Struck off our bonds and made us m… Just fifty years - a winter’s day…
Tiny bit of humanity, Blessed with your mother’s face, And cursed with your father’s mind… I say cursed with your father’s mi… Because you can lie so long and so…
My heart be brave, and do not falt… Nor utter more that deep, despairi… Thy way is very dark and drear I… But do not let thy strength and co… For certain as the raven-winged ni…