#Americans #Women
‘NEVER,’ he said, ‘nevermore, In the murmuring stillness of nigh… Shall I wait for her hand on my d… Confident, light; Still is the night as before,
The consciousness of my mortality Which used to blind and limit all… Weighs on me not since I have bee… Death is the price of our felicity… And life eternal would not leave u…
AND will you rest at last, storm-… In this poor heart, who would your… Will you sink down at last, conten… The common treaures of tranquillit… Will you forget your high and fier…
(Her lover speaks.) AN equal love between a man and w… This is the only charm to set us f… And this the only omen Of immortality.
NIGHT after night within the gro… The night wind spares the sacred f… The breath made visible of love, Of worship and desire. I set the tripod at thy shrine;
WAYNE was looking near and far After the theatre to find his car. He had taken his wife to the play… Broadway was glittering hard and b… With every sort of electric light
You who are strong, and do not kno… That weaker spirits feel, but do n… The need to lean on someone who is… Oh! see you give their silent want… Be not so busy with your own caree…
I have loved England, dearly and… Since that first morning, shining… The white cliffs of Dover I saw r… Out of the sea that once made her… I had no thought then of husband o…
THE clear young voices rise and s… Pray for the peace of Jerusalem:… Shall prosper that love thee.’ Ye… Harbors the hope that he may have… In war– the roar of guns, the roll…
ONLY the stars remain to travele… Unalterable; the waters change the… Beneath the flattery of alien skie… From jade to silver and from bronz… Sunrise and sunset spread their lo…
YES, you have guessed it. Do not… Indeed, I did not dream, 0 tender… When first we met, that in a littl… My words would dim you with pain’s… Do not reproach me, for I suffer…
ON summer evenings when the full… Serene and fair, High in the crystal air, On hillsides deep in birches and i… Then in all hearts there stirs a h…
‘ Some Cupid kills with arrows, s… I WRITE for those, of whom I kn… Young, pretty, and a little bit fl… Who would do even more harm, if th… The science of the Art of being G…
THE rustling palms bend readily Between the sun and me; The trades blow warm and steadily Across the turquoise sea; But I’d rather feel the March win…
THE house is bright with lights a… Like a palace in the Arabian Nigh… Lights in festoons and lights in c… In chandeliers and crystal lustres… And all the length of the stairs’…