#AmericanWriters #PoemsOfPower
The brewer’s dog is abroad, boys, Be careful where you stray, His teeth are coated with poison, And he’s on the watch for prey. The brewery is his kennel,
Love is enough. Let us not ask f… Wealth breeds false aims, and prid… In those serene, Arcadian days of… Men gave no thought to princely ho… The gods who dwelt on fair Olympi…
Good-bye – Yes, I am going, Sudden? Well, you are right. But a startling truth came home to… With sudden force last night. What is it? shall I tell you?—
Over the banisters bends a face, Daringly sweet and beguiling. Somebody stands in careless grace, And watches the picture, smiling. The light burns dim in the hall be…
I care not who were vicious back o… No shadow of their sins on me is s… My will is greater than heredity. I am no worm to feed upon the dead… My face, my form, my gestures and…
I leave with God to-morrow’s wher… And do concern myself but with the… That little word, though half the… Well used, holds twice its meaning… Like one blindfolded groping out h…
Oh! it is not just the men who fac… Not the fighters at the Front alo… Who will bring the longed-for clos… Could not carry on that fray witho… Who are working at war’s problems…
Think of it, think of it over the… Thousands of men to-day march on t… Think how the sun shines on fields… How the air chokes, with the canno… How in the shadows, perchance, of…
I fling the past behind me, like a… Worn threadbare at the seams, and… I have outgrown it. Wherefore sho… And dwell upon its beauty, and its… Of oriental splendor, or complain
In the rapture of life and of livi… I lift up my head and rejoice, And I thank the great Giver for g… The soul of my gladness a voice. In the glow of the glorious weathe…
In a mansion grand, just over the… Lives bonny, beautiful Dell; You may have heard of this lady ga… For she is a famous belle. I live in a low cot opposite,
Methought a great wind swept acros… And all the toilers perished. The… Pale terror blanch the rosy face o… And careless eyes grow full of fea… The sounds of pleasure ceased; the…
Somewhere I’ve read a thoughtful… 'All perfect things are three-fold… Our love has the rare symbol of pe… The brain’s response, the warm blo… The soul’s sweet language, silent…
Be careful what rubbish you toss i… On outgoing billows it drifts from… But back on the incoming waves it… And land at your threshold again b… Be careful what rubbish you toss i…
Not like a daring, bold, aggressiv… Is inspiration, eager to pursue, But rather like a maiden, fond, ye… Who gives herself to him who best… Once she may smile, or thrice, thy…