#AmericanWriters #PoemsOfPower
A maiden sat in teh sunset glow Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ag… That we see through a mist of tear… She sat and dreamed, with lips apa… With thoughtful eyes and a beating…
High o’er the clouds a sunbeam sho… And far down under him, With a subtle grace that was all h… The mist gleamed fair and dim. He looked at her with his burning…
How terrible these nights are when… With our scarred hearts, we sit in… And some old sorrow, to the world… Does suddenly with silent steps in… After the guests departed, and the…
There are not many sins when once… In actions of evolving human souls Striving to reach high goals And falling backward into dust and… Some element we find that seems to…
Somebody said, in the crowd, last… That you were married, or soon to… I have not thought of you, I beli… Since last we parted. Let me see… Five long Summers have passed sin…
Oh, boastful, wicked land, that on… How bitter and how black must be y… While Time goes down the centurie… Time’s voice is just. His words r… The clear-eyed Future slowly writ…
I think men’s great capacity for p… Proves his immortal birthright. I… No merely human mind could bear th… Of some tremendous sorrows we endu… Art’s most ingenious breastworks f…
Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine… As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth here His earthly race without a foe. I saw a prize, “Run,” cried my fr…
Sometimes I feel so passionate a… For spiritual perfection here belo… This vigorous frame, with healthfu… Seems my determined foe, So actively it makes a stern resis…
It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country '… And yet, not strange, for it has g… The home of those whom I am so fo… They make it seem familiar and mos…
When Christmas bells are swinging… We hear sweet voices ringing from… And etched on vacant places, Are half forgotten faces Of friends we used to cherish, and…
Oh! that is a beautiful land, I w… The land of the Gone-away Souls. Yes, a lovelier region by far than… (Though this is a world most fair)… The goodliest goal of all good goa…
Let there be many windows to your… That all the glory of the universe May beautify it. Not the narrow p… Of one poor creed can catch the ra… That shine from countless sources.…
One bitter time of mourning, I re… When day, and night, my sad heart… My life, I said, was one cold, bl… And all its pleasures, were but wh… Nothing could rouse me from my sul…
Obscured the sun, the world is dar… Maid of Orleans, Joan of Arc, Send down thy spark. Let every heart in France be stir… By such an all-compelling word