#Americans #Women
Never was there lovelier town Than our Falmouth by the sea. Tender curves of sky look down On her grace of knoll and lea. Sweet her nestled Mayflower blows
A WHIFF of forest scent, Balsam and fern, Won from dreary mood My heart’s return, From its discontent,
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
My love, my love, if you could com… From your high place, I would not question you for heave… But, silent, take the comfort of y… I would not ask you if those golde…
A PRAISE beyond all other prais… This nation holds in jealous trust… Who may approve himself, even in t… Swift days of destiny, the soul th… Above the turmoil of contending po…
SHRUNKEN little bodies, pallid… Eyes of staring terror, innocence… Tiny bones that strew the sand of… —This upon our own star where Jes… Broken buds of April, is there an…
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…
“APOLLO laughs,” the proverb te… Far echo of old oracles, A Delphic waif,—"Once in the year… Apollo laughs." O laughter clear As sunshine, blithe as golden bell…
AT last, at last the Crescent Falls back before the Cross. Great spirits, incandescent With longing and with loss, Gleam from the clouds, crusaders
I. In South Africa Over the lonesome African plain The stars look down, like eyes of… A bumping ride across gullies and… Now a grumble and now a jest,
‘The priests distributed various c… —The Book of the Bee, ch. XXXI… THE chosen maidens, Weavers of t… Kneeling in crescent, from the Hi… Their wisps of silk in slender han…
The day was hotter than words can… So hot the jelly-fish wouldn’t jel… The halibut went all to butter, And the catfish had only force to… A faint sea-mew - aye, though some…
WHILE we keep our Poet’s Tercen… Every school and city with its emu… Antic or solemnity, what tremulous Laughter on the air! O Puck peren… Leave us clumsy mortals to our dro…
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…
The first faint dawn was flushing… When, dreamland still bewildering… I looked out to the oak that, wint… —a winter wild with war and woe an… Beyond my casement had been void o…