#AmericanWriters
‘T IS the blithest, bonniest we… For a bird to trill and warble, al… I 've a secret. You may listen… Little maiden, but I 'll never,… You 'll find no more wary piper,…
1899 Who would trust England, let him… To Nelson, columned o’er Trafalga… Her hieroglyph of duty, written wh… The roar of traffic hushes to the…
GALLANTLY swung the old carpen… Drums and fifes in his tread, But softly he crossed the braided… Gently he stroked her head. ‘More folks were there at the stat…
A stranger, schooled to gentle art… He stept before the curious throng… His path into our waiting hearts Already paved by song. Full well we knew his choristers,
SPINDRIFT white shall her vict… On the ivory quay, untrod By living feet, when she nears Gh… To point her out to God. The Babies Of The 'Lusitania’
ONE summer day, gleaming in memor… We drove, my Joy and I, Through fragrant hawthorn lanes Gold-fringed with wisps of rye Brushed off the harvest wains,
O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America!
NOT yet hath Nature, lovely colo… Bestirred her from creative dream… Soft flame upon the woods, 'nay,… One pleading maple-tip In carmine; all the waiting world…
‘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…
GOD help him! Ay, and let us hel… Help him with our one hundred mill… Molded to loyalty, so that he find… The faith of the Republic pulsing… All clashes of opinion, faith stil…
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…
‘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 fragrant air is full of down, Of floating, fleecy things From some forgotten fairy town Where all the folk wear wings. Or else the snowflakes, soft array…
(Switzerland) BEHOLD a temple builded not by… Columns of mist, all shimmering wi… Stream heavenward from the deep-cu… Between the mountains, and the vau…
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…