#Americans #Women
When my blood flows calm as a purl… When my heart is asleep and my bra… It is then that I vow we must par… That I will forget you, and put y… Out of my life, as a dream is bani…
Alone she sat with her accusing he… That, like a restless comrade frig… And every thought that found her,… That hurt her so, she could not ev… Her heart that once had been a cup…
I dwell in the western inland, Afar from the sounding sea, But I seem to hear it sobbing And calling aloud to me, And my heart cries out for the oce…
What does our country need? No a… With sabres gleaming ready for the… Not increased navies, skilful and… To bound the waters with an iron m… Not haughty men with glutted purse…
There are two kinds of people on e… Just two kinds of people, no more,… Not the sinner and saint, for it’s… The good are half bad, and the bad… Not the rich and the poor, for to…
Baby was playing and down he fell,… Mama will kiss him and make him we… Oh! what a miracle this is! Baby was running and stubbed his t… If mama will kiss him the pain wil…
I saw the wild honey-bee kissing a… A wee one, that grows Down low on the bush, where her si… Cannot see all that’s done As the moments roll on.
They met each other in the glade— She lifted up her eyes; Alack the day! Alack the maid! She blushed in swift surprise. Alas! alas! the woe that comes fro…
When the soft sweet wind o’ the so… I dwelt in the light of a dark bro… And out where the robin sang his s… We lived and loved, while the days… In the sweet, sweet eves, when the…
You do but jest, sir, and you jest… How could the hand be enemy of the… Or seed and sod be rivals! How c… Feel jealousy of heat, plant of th… Or competition dwell ’twixt lip an…
Talk happiness. The world is sad… Without your woes. No path is who… Look for the places that are smoot… And speak of those, to rest the we… Of Earth, so hurt by one continuo…
Like some schoolmaster, kind in be… Who hears the children crying o’er… And calling, “Help me, master!” y… Since in his silence and refusal l… Their self-development, so God ab…
I feel the stirrings in me of grea… New half-fledged thoughts rise up… And tremble on the margin of their… Then flutter back, and hide within… Beholding space, they doubt their…
Bohemia, o’er thy unatlassed borde… How many cross, with half-reluctan… And unformed fears of dangers and… To find delights, more wholesome a… Than ever yet were known to the “e…
Not Atlas, with his shoulders ben… Bore such a burden as this man, on… The evils of old festering lands-y… And left him standing all alone, t… It is the way the Fates have done…
