#AmericanWriters #PoemsOfPower
Oh! the maidens of France are cer… And I think every fellow will sta… That the 'what-you-may-call-it’ co… They put up their hair is great! And they know how to dress, and th…
I saw a youth, one of God’s favor… Crowned with beauty, and talents,… He had climbed the steep pathway,… To the summit of glory and wealth. The day is breaking, hearts are wa…
Where are the temperance people? Well, scattered here and there: Some gathering in their produce To show at the autumn fair; Some threshing wheat for market,
What can be said in New Year rhym… That’s not been said a thousand ti… The new years come, the old years… We know we dream, we dream we know… We rise up laughing with the light…
Who knows the way to wonderland? Oh, I know, Oh, I know! Trotty-te-trot on mama’s knee, Then over the billows of sleepy se… Down through the straits of by-lo,
Oh, I know a certain lady who is… Yet she fills me with more terror… The little chills run up and down… Though she seems a gentle creature… And she has a thousand virtues and…
I strolled last eve across the lon… One solitary picture struck my eye… A distant ploughboy stood against… How far he seemed above the noisy… Upon the bosom of a cloud the sod
To Miss Eva Russell. The spring time is deaf to our ple… The meadows are brown as can be. The hilltops are bleak and unlovel… No thrush sits and sings on the tr…
I saw them sitting in the shade; The long green vines hung over, But could not hide the gold-haired… And Earl, my dark-eyed lover. His arm was clasped so close, so c…
Time flies. The swift hours hurr… And speed us on to untried ways; New seasons ripen, perish, die, And yet love stays. The old, old love– like sweet at f…
The Poker proposed to the shovel That they should be man and wife, ‘I think,’ said he, ‘that we could… As we journey along through life.’ The Shovel blushed as she answere…
Love much. Earth has enough of b… Cast sweets into its cup whene’e… No heart so hard, but love at last… Love is the great primæval cause… All hate is foreign to the first g…
ust a changing sea of colour Surging up and flowing down; And pagodas shining golden, night… And a sun-burst-tinted throng Of young priests that move along
Wherefore in dreams are sorrows bo… A healed wound opened, or the past… Last night in my deep sleep I dre… Again the old love woke in me, and… On looks of fire, and kisses, and…
Above the din of commerce, above t… Of labor disputing with riches, of… Above the hurry and hustle and roa… Where men are fighting for riches.… I see no savage host, I hear no m…