#AmericanWriters
There are ghosts in the room. As I sit here alone, from the dar… They come out of the gloom, And they stand at my side and they… There’s the ghost of a Hope
Hadst thou a ship, in whose vast h… The priceless riches of all climes… Say, woudst thou let it float upon… Unpiloted, of fickle winds the spo… And of wild waves and hidden rocks…
Wherever the white man’s feet have… (Oh far does the white man stray) A bold road rifles the virginal so… And the forest wakes out of its dr… To yield him the right of way.
There was a boy named Grumble Ton… ‘I’m sick of things on land,' he s… A life upon the bounding wave is j… But the seething ocean billows fai… For he did not like the vessel or…
The solemn Sea of Silence lies be… I know thou livest, and them loves… And yet I wish some white ship wo… Across the ocean, beating word fro… The dead calm awes me with its awf…
There is no picturesqueness and no… No halo of romance, in war to-day. It is a hideous thing; Time would… With horror, were he not already h… At sight of this vile monster, fou…
One time in Arcadie’s fair bowers There met a bright immortal band, To choose their emblems from the f… That made an Eden of that land. Sweet Constancy, with eyes of hop…
The day will dawn when one of us s… In vain to hear a voice that has g… And morns will fade, noons pale,… While sad eyes watch for feet that… One of us two must sometime face e…
The times are not degenerate. Man… Mounts higher than of old. No cr… Can take from the immortal soul th… Of that supreme Creator, God. T… Of dead beliefs we cherished in ou…
They stood at the garden gate. By the lifting of a lid She might have read her fate In a little thing he did. He plucked a beautiful flower,
Laugh, and the world laughs with y… Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow… But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer;
Now, while thy rounded cheek is fr… While beauty lingers, laughing, in… Ere thy young heart shall meet the… Or thy blithe soul become the home… Were it not kindness should I giv…
When the first sere leaves of the… I heard, with a heart that was str… Out of the grave of a dead Past c… A voice I fancied forever stilled… All through winter and spring and…
Camouflage is all the rage. Ladies in their fight with age– Soldiers in their fight with foes– Demagogues who mask and pose In the guise of statesmen-girls
They say the world is round, and y… I often think it square, So many little hurts we get From corners here and there. But one great truth in life I’ve…
