#AmericanWriters
Came a bouquet from the city, Fragrant, rich and debonair - Sweet carnation and geraniium, Heliotrope and roses rare. Down beside the crystal river,
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
The man of God stands, on the Sab… Warning the sinners from the broad… That leads to death. He rolls his… And tells how wily demons hidden l… To spring upon the thoughtless sou…
Some day, when the golden glory Of June is over the earth, And the birds are singing together In a wild, mad strain of mirth; When the skies are as clear and cl…
Have you heard of the king of Can… Well, listen while I sing, He has pages on every hand, For he is a mighty king, And thousands of children bend the…
The God of the day has vanished, The light from the hills has fled, And the hand of an unseen artist Is painting the west all red. All threaded with gold and crimson…
Why do we pity those who weep? Th… That finds a ready outlet in the f… Of salt and bitter tears is blesse… And does not need our sympathies.… But fits the shorn field for new y…
I called to the summer sun, “Come over the hills to-day! Unlock the rivers, and tell them t… And kiss the snow-drifts and melt… And the sun came over – a tardy lo…
The pessimist locust, last to leaf… Though all the world is glad, stil…
It seemeth such a little way to me Across to that strange country—the… And yet, not strange, for it has g… The home of those of whom I am so… They make it seem familiar and mos…
If I were a raindrop, and you wer… I would burst from the cloud above… And lie on your breast in a raptur… And love you, love you, love you. If I were a brown bee, and you we…
You know that oasis, fresh and fai… In the city desert, as Greeley sq… That bright triangle of scented bl… That lies surrounded by grime and… Right in the breast of the seethin…
Oh, I know a certain lady who is… Yet she fills me with more terror… The little chills run up and down… Though she seems a gentle creature… And she has a thousand virtues and…
I: BLIND When first the shadows fell, like… And darkness spread before me, lik… I cried out for the sun, the earth… And beat the air, as madmen beat a…
Said Willie to Tom ‘Let us hie a… To the wonderful Island of Endles… It lies off the border of ’No Sch… And abounds with pleasures, I und… There boys go swimming whenever th…