#AmericanWriters
A giant as we hoped, in truth, a d… A barrel of slop that shines on L… Which at first seemed a vessel wit… For thirsty lips. So down the swi… You went through sloven spirit, cr…
No other man, unless it was Doc H… Did more for people in this town t… And all the weak, the halt, the im… And those who could not pay flocke… I was good-hearted, easy Doctor M…
There is something about Death Like love itself! If with some one with whom you hav… And the glow of youthful love, You also, after years of life
You observe the carven hand With the index finger pointing hea… That is the direction, no doubt. But how shall one follow it? It is well to abstain from murder…
The idea danced before us as a fla… The sound of martial music; The thrill of carrying a gun; Advancement in the world on coming… A glint of glory, wrath for foes;
Dust of my dust, And dust with my dust, O, child who died as you entered t… Dead with my death! Not knowing breath, though you tri…
Passer-by, To love is to find your own soul Through the soul of the beloved on… When the beloved one withdraws its… Then you have lost your soul.
My name used to be in the papers d… As having dined somewhere, Or traveled somewhere, Or rented a house in Paris, Where I entertained the nobility.
Rhodes’ slave! Selling shoes and… Flour and bacon, overalls, clothin… For fourteen hours a day for three… For more than twenty years. Saying “Yes’m” and “Yes, sir”, an…
This weeping willow! Why do you not plant a few For the millions of children not y… As well as for us? Are they not non-existent, or cell…
I was a peasant girl from Germany… Blue-eyed, rosy, happy and strong. And the first place I worked was… On a summer’s day when she was awa… He stole into the kitchen and took…
Together in this grave lie Benjam… And Nig, his dog, constant compan… Down the grey road, friends, child… Passing one by one out of life, le… With Nig for partner, bed fellow,…
All they said was true: I wrecked my father’s bank with my… To dabble in wheat; but this was t… I was buying wheat for him as well… Who couldn’t margin the deal in hi…
Well, Emily Sparks, your prayers… Your love was not all in vain. I owe whatever I was in life To your hope that would not give m… To your love that saw me still as…
All your sorrow, Louise, and hatr… Sprang from your delusion that it… Of spirit and contempt of your sou… Which made me turn to Annabelle a… You really grew to hate me for lov…