#AmericanWriters
I ‘m going to write a letter to ou… Out West last spring to practise… I ’ll tell him all the gossip I g… For he has n’t seen the home-folks… Most generally it ‘s Marthy does…
(FROM THE GERMAN OF M… O heart of mine! lift up thine eye… And see who in yon manger lies! Of perfect form, of face divine— It is the Christ-child, heart of…
How breaks my heart to hear you sa… You feel the shadows fall about yo… The gods forefend That fate, O friend! I would not, I could not live wit…
Oh, come with me to the Happy Isl… In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed b… And the ocean loves to wander. Fragrant the vines that mantle tho…
O mother-my-love, if you’ll give m… And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you away to a beautifu… The Dreamland that’s waiting out… We’ll walk in a sweet posie-garden…
When Willie was a little boy, No more than five or six, Right constantly he did annoy His mother with his tricks. Yet not a picayune cared I
Dear wife, last midnight, whilst… The tomes you so despise, A spectre rose beside the bed, And spake in this true wise: 'From Canaan’s beatific coast
When thou dost eat from off this p… I charge thee be thou temperate; Unto thine elders at the board Do thou sweet reverence accord; And, though to dignity inclined,
If our own life is the life of a f… (And that’s what some sages are th… We should moisten the bud with a h… And 'twill bloom all the sweeter— Yes, life’s the completer
The wind comes whispering to me of… Of redwing blackbirds chattering b… It brings me soothing fancies of t… And I hear the thrush’s evening s… So I fall to thinking tenderly of…
O Nicias, not for us alone Was laughing Eros born, Nor shines alone for us the moon, Nor burns the ruddy morn; Alas! to-morrow lies not in the ke…
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At close of day
Still serve me in my age, I pray, As in my youth, O faithful one; For years I’ve brushed thee every… Could Socrates have better done? What though the fates would wreak…
Ho, pretty bee, did you see my cro… Ho, little lamb, is she jinkin’ on… Ho, bonnie fairy, bring my dearie… Got a lump o’ sugar an’ a posie fo… Only bring back my wee, wee croodl…
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scof… Ffor that a romping wench was shee… “Now marke this rede,” they bade h… “Forsooken sholde your folly bee!” But Madge, ye hoyden, laught &…