#AmericanWriters #PoemsOfPower
She rose up in the early dawn, And white and silently she moved About the house. Four men had gon… To battle for the land they loved, And she, the mother and the wife,
If I could clasp my little babe Upon my breast to-night, I would not mind the blowing wind That shrieketh in affright. Oh, my lost babe! my little babe,
The Day has never understood the… Though sired by one Creative Powe… The White Man ever fails to read… Though from the self-same Source… So deep and wide, the Great Divid…
In his great cushioned chair by th… An old man sits dreaming to-night, His withered hands, licked by the… Warm rays of the red anthracite, Are folded before him, all listles…
Quite carelessly I turned the new… A song I sang, full many a year a… Smiled up at me, as in a busy stre… One meets an old-time friend he us… So full it was, that simple little…
A curious vision on mine eyes unfu… In the deep night. I saw, or see… Two Centuries meet, and sit down… Across the great round table of th… One with suggested sorrows in his…
In the midnight of darkness and te… When I would grope nearer to God, With my back to a record of error And the highway of sin I have tro… There comes to me shapes I would…
God measures souls by their capaci… For entertaining his best Angel,… Who loveth most is nearest kin to… Who is all Love, or Nothing. He who sits
The mighty forces of mysterious sp… Are one by one subdued by lordly m… The awful lightning that for eons… Their devastating and untrammelled… Now bear his messages from place t…
Life is a privilege. Its youthful… Shine with the radiance of continu… To live, to breathe, to wonder and… To feed with dreams the heart’s pe… To thrill with virtuous passions,…
A giddy young maiden with nimble f… Heigh-ho! alack and alas! Declared she would far rather danc… And the truth of it came to pass. For she danced all day and she dan…
All the world was wearying, All the world was sad; Everything was shadow-filled; Things were going bad. Then a rumour stirred all hearts
Heigh Ho! Well, the season’s ov… Once again we’ve come to Lent! Programme’s changes from balls a… Now we’re ordered to repent. Forty days of self-denial!
Do you want to peep into Bedlam T… Then come with me, when the day sw… Into the cradle, whose rockers rim… Some people call the horizon dim. All the mischief of all the fates
Use all your hidden forces. Do not miss the purpose of this li… and do not wait for circumstance to mold or change your fate. In your own self lies destiny.