#AmericanWriters
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…
ALAS, alas for those blond boys… Their prey in ambush of the shudde… Whiling the wait with merry, tende… Of some dear knot of flower-clad c… Beyond the Rhine! The merchantshi…
The battle will not cease Till once again on those white ste… O heaven-descended Twins, Before humanity’s bewildered host. Our javelins
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…
Grim stones whose gray lips keep y… Our hands that touch you touch an… An ancient woe, colossal citadel Of some fierce faith, some heaven-… Rude-built, as if young Titans on…
‘MOTHER! Mother!’ he called as… In the horror there Of a bursting shell That strewed red flesh on the air. Far away over sea and land:
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…
FRAGRANT are the cedar-boughs… Feasting-halls where waxwings flit… But O the pine, the questing pine… To search the secret of the sun an… Rueful hemlocks, gaunt and old, wi…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
FAR road for words that rush, Arrowing space, Swifter than meteors flush Star-road in race. Wireless! Tireless, leaping the w…