#Americans #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
A trusting little leaf of green, A bold audacious frost; A rendezvous, a kiss or two, And youth for ever lost. Ah, me!
Once, when the summer lay on the h… And the sunshine fell like a golde… Out from the city’s dust and turmo… A gallant, fair-faced stranger cam… Came to rest in our humble cottage
You will forget me. The years are… They bind up the wounds which we t… This dream of our youth will fade… Fades from the skies when the sun… The cloud of forgetfulness, over a…
Over my desk in a dark office bend… Dim seems the sunlight and dull se… But when the afternoon draws towar… Here waits my steel steed-I mount… Like cobwebs of silver I see in t…
I told you the winter would go, lo… I told you the winter would go, That he’d flee in shame when the s… And you smiled when I told you so… You said the blustering fellow
A little time agone, a few brief y… And there was peace within our bea… Peace, and a prosperous people, an… Of war and its disorders. Pleasure was ruling goddess of our…
’Tis not the untried soldier new t… Who fears to enter into active str… Amidst the roll of drums, the cann… He craves adventure, and thinks no… But the scarred vetran knows the p…
Walking to-day on the Common, I heard a stranger say To a friend who was standing near… ‘Do you know I am going away? ’ I had never seen their faces,
In the midst of sunny waters, lo!… Staggers, bruised and torn and wou… One that drifted from its moorings… On the deck our noble Pilot, in t… Lies in woe-impelling silence, dea…
We met at night in the season’s hight… Mid revel and mirth and song. I looked in your eye with a mute,… As you elbowed your way through th…
In France I saw a hill-a gentle s… Rising above old tombs to greet th… From soft spring skies. Beyond th… But those green graves bespeak a b… There was a row of narrow beds, ne…
Begin each morning with a talk to… And ask for your divine inheritanc… Of usefulness, contentment, and su… Resign all fear, all doubt, and al… The stars doubt not, and they are…
And now, when poets are singing Their songs of olden days, And now, when the land is ringing With sweet Centennial lays, My muse goes wandering backward,
In the fair morning of his life, When his pure heart lay in his bre… Panting, with all that wild unrest To plunge into the great world’s s… That fills young hearts with mad d…
Strange are the ways that her feet… Since first she was set in the pat… Finished and fair by the hand of… To carry her message of love and b… Delicate creature of light and sha…
