#1914 #AmericanWriters #PoemsOfCheer
If you are sighing for a lofty wor… If great ambitions dominate your m… Just watch yourself and see you do… The common little ways of being ki… If you are dreaming of a future go…
Changed? Yes, I will confess it—… I do not love in the old fond way. I am your friend still– time has n… One kindly feeling of that vanishe… But the bright glamour which made…
Is the goal distant, and troubled… And the way long? And heavy your load? Then gird up your courage, and say… And keep going.
Show me the way that leads to the… I do not care what tempests may as… I shall be given courage for the s… I know my strength will not desert… I know that I shall conquer in th…
She sits beside the window. All… Turn once again to gaze on her swe… She is so fair; but soon, too soon… To lie down in her last resting-pl… No gems are brighter than her spar…
What would I ask the kindly fates… To crown her life, if I could hav… My strongest wishes would be negat… If they would but obey. Give her not greatness. For grea…
An idle rhyme of the summer time, Sweet, and solemn, and tender; Fair with the haze of the moon’s p… Bright with the sunset’s splendour… Summer and beauty over the lands -
The danger of war, with its havoc… The danger of ocean, when storms a… The danger of jungles, where wild… The danger that lies in the mounta… Why, what are they but all mere ch…
The uses of sorrow I comprehend Better and better at each year’s e… Deeper and deeper I seem to see Why and wherefore it has to be. Only after the dark, wet days
The bold young Autumn came riding… One day where an elm-tree grew. ‘You are fair,’ he said, as she be… ‘Too fair for your robe’s dull hue… You are far too young for a garb s…
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…
If the sad old world should jump a… Sometime, in its dizzy spinning, And go off the track with a sudden… What an end would come to the sinn… What a rest from strife and the bu…
This little toe is hungry– This little toe is too, This toe lies abed like a sleepy h… And this toe cries ‘Boo-hoo.’ This toe big and tall is the smart…
In Vanity Fair, as we bow and smi… As we talk of the opera after the… As we chat of fashion and fad and… We know we are playing a part toge… You know that the mirth she wears,…
All through the Castle of High-br… Where the chief employment was do-… Spread consternation and wild desp… The queen was wringing her hands a… The maids of honor were sad and so…
