#AmericanWriters
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
What end the gods may have ordaine… And what for thee, Seek not to learn, Leuconoe; we m… Chaldean tables cannot bring us re… 'Tis for the best
I’m a beautiful red, red drum, And I train with the soldier boys… As up the street we come, Wonderful is our noise! There’s Tom, and Jim, and Phil,
Sleep, little pigeon, and fold you… Little blue pigeon with velvet eye… Sleep to the singing of mother-bir… Swinging the nest where her little… Away out yonder I see a star,—
Two dreams came down to earth one… From the realm of mist and dew; One was a dream of the old, old da… And one was a dream of the new. One was a dream of a shady lane
Play that you are mother dear, And play that papa is your beau; Play that we sit in the corner her… Just as we used to, long ago. Playing so, we lovers two
When I remark her golden hair Swoon on her glorious shoulders, I marvel not that sight so rare Doth ravish all beholders; For summon hence all pretty girls
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…
Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south again; The narrow street through which to…
Us two wuz boys when we fell out,— Nigh to the age uv my youngest now… Don’t rec’lect what’t wuz about, Some small deeff’rence, I’ll allo… Lived next neighbors twenty years,
Hush, bonnie, dinna greit; Moder will rocke her sweete,- Balow, my boy! When that his toile ben done, Daddie will come anone,-
The sky is dark and the hills are… As the storm-king speeds from the… And this is the song the storm-kin… As over the world his cloak he fli… “Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;”
Father calls me William, sister c… Mother calls me Willie, but the f… Mighty glad I ain’t a girl - ruth… Without them sashes, curls, an’ th… Love to chawnk green apples an’ go…
Now lithe and listen, gentles all, Now lithe ye all and hark Unto a ballad I shall sing About Buena Park. Of all the wonders happening there
See, Thaliarch mine, how, white w… Soracte mocks the sullen sky; How, groaning loud, the woods are… And chained with frost the rivers… Pile, pile the logs upon the heart…