#Americans #Women
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…
Not the Prussian, the forsworn, By whose fury overborne, Martyred Belgium, you lie Bruised with all injury. Through your peace red paths he cl…
Of all the happy and holy times That fill the steeples with merry… And warm our hearts in the coldest… ’Twas Christmas eve, as I live by… One by one had the drowsy oaks
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…
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 leaves and tassels of the oak Were golden-green with May, Pavilion whence forever broke Some angel roundelay. A carol like a glory came
‘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 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
THE sunset, woven of soft lights And tender colors, lingers late, As looking back on all day’s drear… Compassionate; —The foolish day of hopes so high,
What will you give to a barefoot l… Morning with breath like wine? Wade, bare feet! In my wide moras… Starry marigolds shine. Alms, sweet Noon, for a barefoot…
BRIGHT valor, smitten by so shr… Drooping thy golden wing like woun… What great, grieved faces o’er the… Patriot Mazzini; Fra Angelico, Forsaking his own seraphs for thy…
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
THOU whose sunny heart outglows Arctic snows; Russia’s hearth-fire, cherishing Courage almost perishing; Torch that beacons oversea
WHAT song is in the sap of this… That to the north-star faces, Ravened each June by caterpillar… Till all its leaves are laces, Poor shreds whose very shadow grie…
O dear my Country, beautiful and… Love cloth not darken sight. God looketh through Love’s eyes,… Beholds more flaws than keenest H… Nor is Love’s judgment gentle, bu…