#Americans #Women
Not the Prussian, the forsworn, By whose fury overborne, Martyred Belgium, you lie Bruised with all injury. Through your peace red paths he cl…
As she sped from dawn to gloaming,… Did the waves from her proud bows… That her maiden voyage was tending… Where after the shock and the rend… Oh, her name shall be tale and tok…
WHAT sudden voice peals to the C… To Finland and the bitter Caspian… To those Siberian prisons whither… Shall seek as to a shrine, that mu… Divine word Liberty? Impetuous
THIS tattered catechism weaves a… Invoking from the Long Ago a chil… Who deemed her fledgling soul so s… She practised with a candle-flame… Burning small fingers, that would…
BESIDE the country road with tr… Wild carrot lifts its circles of w… From vines whose interwoven branch… The old stone walls, come pungent… The sumach torches burn; the hardh…
The Old Year groaned as he trudge… His guilty shadow black on the sno… And the heart of the glad New Yea… At the road Time bade him go. “O Gaffer Time, is it blood-road…
WHEN Cap’n Tom comes home, and… Is opened, oh, the shells that rai… Tossed on far shores, by us to be… When Cap’n Tom comes home! Cocoanuts for which gray, chatteri…
HARD to wait for the postman’s t… Up the snowy walk, for the hand th… Deep in his pack, while the childr… For the rainbow-ribboned packages, And women wax faint with their fea…
HONOR to him whose very blood re… The old, enchanted dream-song of t… Although his house of life. is fai… Of fires new-kindled on the buried… Whose heart is wistful for the flo…
How long, O Prince of Peace, how… Of this wild war that wraps the wo… Fed on earth’s glorious youth, hig… —O Chivalry of Hope!— With the cloudy host of the infide…
SWEET are the manners of the woo… Our only old society, Where all the folk are glad and go… In unrebuked variety. Within this gentle commonweal
’T IS the blithest, bonniest weat… For a bird to trill and warble, al… I ’ve a secret. You may listen ti… Little maiden, but I ’ll never, n… You ’ll find no more wary piper, t…
A WHIFF of forest scent, Balsam and fern, Won from dreary mood My heart’s return, From its discontent,
‘The submarine was quite within it… No matter; we are only mules And slow to understand We drown according to the rules Of war, we contraband
THESE palms weave shadows of del… But the truant heart flies forth To birch-boles glistening more tha… In the forests of the North.