#Americans #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
For many long uninterrupted years She was the friend and confidant o… They walked together, heart commun… In that sweet comradeship that so… Her fondest hope, her sorrows and…
I am thinking of the Springtime On the farm out in the West, When my world held nothing for me… (Save a courage all undaunted), And my foolish little rhymes,
The Queen is taking a drive to-da… They have hung with purple the car… They have dressed with purple the… Where the Queen goes forth and ne… Let no man labour as she goes by
Should some great angel say to me… “Thou must re-tread thy pathway fr… But God will grant, in pity, for… Some one dear wish, the nearest to… This were my wish! from my life’s…
However skilled and strong art tho… However fierce is thy relentless h… Though firm thy hand, and strong t… Thy poisoned arrow leaves the bend… To pierce the target of my heart,…
GOOD-BY to the cradle, the dear… The rude hand of Progress has thr… No more to its motion, o’er Sleep… Our play-weary wayfarers peacefull… No more by the rhythm of slow-movi…
The mighty conflict, which we call… Doth wear upon the body and the so… Our vital forces wasted in resista… So much there is to conquer and co… The rock which meets the billows w…
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…
Never since the race was started, Had a boy in any clime, Cause to be so thankful-hearted, As the boys of present time. Not a girl in old times living–
The Needle and Thread one day wer… The Thimble acted as priest, A paper of Pins, and the Scissors… Were among the guests at the feast… That dandy trim the Bodkin slim
It is done! in the fire’s fitful f… The last line has withered and cur… In a tiny white heap of dead ashes Lie buried the hopes of your world… There were mad foolish vows in eac…
Here is a lock of his soft, dark h… And here are the letters he wrote… And the ring of gold that I used… Is here in the casket-see! I put them away ten years ago.
Let no man pray that he know not s… Let no soul ask to be free from pa… For the gall of to-day is the swee… And the moment’s loss is the lifet… Through want of a thing does its w…
DEDICATED TO THE MEN… Our Motherland, dear Motherland, The source of beauty and of Art, Who but thy children understand The love which permeates each hear…
Whenever I am prone to doubt or w… I check myself, and say, “That mi… Who made the solar system cannot b… And for the best all things are be… Who set the stars on their eternal…
