#AmericanWriters
When buffeted and beaten by life’s… When by the bitter cares of life o… I want no surer haven than your ar… I want no sweeter heaven than your… When over my life’s way there fall…
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…
Three students once tarried over t… And into Frau Wirthin’s turned to… ‘Say, hostess, have you good beer… And where is that pretty daughter… ‘My beer and wine is fresh and cle…
Old Omar, jolly sceptic, it may b… That, after all, you found the mag… To life and all its mystery, and… Must own you have almost persuaded…
No greater earthly boon than this… That those who some day gather ‘ro… In place of tears, may whisper of… ’He sang a song that reached the h…
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…
I’m back down in ole Georgy w’ere… W’ere de cawn it is a-tasslin’, gi… W’ere de cott’n is a-openin’ an’ a… An’ de ripenin’ o’ de sugah-cane i… An’ de locus’ is a-singin’ f’om ev…
In a backwoods town Lived Deacon Brown, And he was a miser old; He would trust no bank, So he dug, and sank
(On the Anniversary of Lincoln’s… Father, Father Abraham, Today look on us from above; On us, the offspring of thy faith, The children of thy Christ-like l…
For fifty years, Cruel, insatiable Old World. You have punched me over the heart Till you made me cough blood. The few paltry things I gathered
Twenty years go by on noiseless fe… He returns, and once again they me… She exclaims, ‘Good heavens! and… He mutters, ‘My God! and that is…
Girl of fifteen, I see you each morning from my win… As you pass on your way to school. I do more than see, I watch you. I furtively draw the curtain aside…
(A Negro Serenade) De river is a-glistenin’ in de moo… De owl is set’n high up in de tree… De little stars am twinklin’ wid a… De night seems only jes fu’ you an…
I knew not who had wrought with sk… What I beheld; nor by what laws o… He had created life and love and h… On canvas, from mere color, curve… Silent I stood and made no move o…