#AmericanWriters
She told her beads with down—cast… Within the ancient chapel dim; And ever as her fingers slim Slipt o’er th’ insensate ivories, My rapt soul followed, spaniel—wis…
OH, I haven’t got long to live, f… Die soon, e’en those who live long… And the poorest and weakest are ta… Along with the richest and stronge… So it’s heigho for a glass and a s…
My lady love lives far away, And oh my heart is sad by day, And ah my tears fall fast by night… What may I do in such a plight. Why, miles grow few when love is f…
DEAR heart, good—night! Nay, list awhile that sweet voice… When the world is all so bright, And the sound of song sets the hea… Oh, love, it is not right—
When to sweet music my lady is dan… My heart to mild frenzy her beauty… Into my face are her brown eyes a—… And swift my whole frame thrills w… Dance, lady, dance, for the moment…
Dey been speakin’ at de cou’t—hous… An’ laws—a—massy me, 'T was de beatness kin’ o’ doin’s Dat evah I did see. Of cose I had to be dah
GOO’—BY, Jinks, I got to hump, Got to mek dis pony jump; See dat sun a—goin’ down 'N’ me a—foolin’ hyeah in town! Git up, Suke —go long!
I sit upon the old sea wall, And watch the shimmering sea, Where soft and white the moonbeams… Till, in a fantasy, Some pure white maiden’s funeral p…
Back to the breast of thy mother, Child of the earth! E’en her caress can not smother What thou hast done. Follow the trail of the westering…
What dreams we have and how they f… Like rosy clouds across the sky; Of wealth, of fame, of sure succes… Of love that comes to cheer and bl… And how they wither, how they fade…
When the bees are humming in the h… And the summer days are in their b… Then my love is deepest, oh, deare… When the bees are humming in the h… When the winds are moaning o’er th…
YOUR spoken words are roses fine… The songs you sing are perfect pea… How lavish nature is about your fe… To scatter flowers and jewels both… Blushing the stream of petal beaut…
Dey was talkin’ in de cabin, dey w… But I listened kin’ o’ keerless,… An’ on Sunday, too, I noticed, de… Stan’in’ all erroun’ de roadside w… But I did n’t t’ink erbout it 'tw…
THE rain streams down like harp—s… The wind, that world—old harpist,… And ever as he sings his low refra… He plays upon the harp—strings of…
WHEN you and I were young, the d… Were filled with scent of pink and… And full of joy from dawn till clo… From morning’s mist till evening’s… And when the robin sung his song