#Americans #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury #1914 #PoemsOfCheer
If all the end of this continuous… Were simply to attain, How poor would seem the planning a… The endless urging and the hurried… Of body, heart, and brain!
All in the dark we grope along, And if we go amiss We learn at least which path is wr… And there is gain in this. We do not always win the race
However the battle is ended, Though proudly the victor comes With fluttering flags and prancing… And echoing roll of drums, Still truth proclaims this motto
Oh! that is a beautiful land, I w… The land of the Gone-away Souls. Yes, a lovelier region by far than… (Though this is a world most fair)… The goodliest goal of all good goa…
I knew that a baby was hid in that… Though I saw no cradle and heard… But the husband was tip-toeing ‘ro… And the good wife was humming a so… And there was a look on the face o…
A curious vision on mine eyes unfu… In the deep night. I saw, or see… Two Centuries meet, and sit down… Across the great round table of th… One with suggested sorrows in his…
Every morning, as I walk down From my dreary lodgings, toward th… I see at a window, near the street… The face of a woman, fair and swee… With soft brown eyes and chestnut…
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…
Yes, yes! I love thee, Guilo; the… Why dost thou sigh, and wear that… The sunshine is to-day’s, although… On yesterday, and may shine on to-… I love but thee, my Guilo! be con…
Uncle Rob says, That once on a time the fire flies Were stars with the others up in t… They used to shimmer, and dance an… Night after night in the Milky Wa…
Last night I knelt low at my lady… One soft, caressing hand played wi… And one I kissed and fondled. Kne… I deemed my meed of happiness comp… She was so fair, so full of witchi…
Too sweet and too subtle for pen o… In phrases unwritten and measures… As deep and as strange as the soun… Is the song that my spirit is sing… In the midnight and tempest when f…
We two were lovers, the Sea and I… We plighted our troth ‘neath a sum… And all through the riotous, arden… We dreamed, and loved, and rejoice… At times my lover would rage and s…
One bitter time of mourning, I re… When day, and night, my sad heart… My life, I said, was one cold, bl… And all its pleasures, were but wh… Nothing could rouse me from my sul…
I see the tall church steeples— They reach so far, so far; But the eyes of my heart see the w… Where the starving people are. I hear the church bells ringing
