#Americans #Women
I LOVE my life, but not too well To give it to thee like a flower, So it may pleasure thee to dwell Deep in its perfume but an hour. I love my life, but not too well.
The wind comes riding down from he… Ho! wind of heaven, what do you br… Cool for the dawn, dew for the eve… And every sweetest thing. O wind of heaven, from pink clouds…
WASHINGTON WHEN dreaming kings, at odds wit… Would strike that banner down, A nobler knight than ever writ or… With fame’s bright wreath did crow…
STILL and calm, In purple robes of kings, The low-lying mountains sleep at t… The forests cover them like mantle… Day and night
He built a tower for all to see, With sun-washed gardens planted wi… And there with pomp of pageantry, With men-at-arms and minstrelsy And moonbeam ladies fair and free,
The Fisk Street turbine power sta… The invisible wheels go softly rou… Light is the tread of brazen-foote… Spirits of air, caged in the iron… Sing as they labor with a purring…
The little world span round and ro… Singing along her sunny ways, And all the glory she unwound She gave to him for joy and praise… And he, whom lavish morning met
She is so wee, So wise and dear Her eyes can see, Her ears can hear, The flowers that grow
E. H. M. Nov. 17th, 1890—Feb. 13th, 1904 Still he lies, Pale, wan, and strangely wise. Under the white coverlet
She grew, like other girls and flo… Sheltered and tended daintily; And told her dolls, through sunny… A prince would come her love to be… And none denied her as she grew
Here you are, grand old sensualist… And here are the three goddesses displaying their charms to Paris. It was all one to you &mdash g… Your world was all curves of flesh
THE lady in front of me in the ca… With little red coils close over h… Is talking with her friend; And the circle of ostrich foam aro… Curving over like a wave,
As he dictates to her Does she love you?—well, I wonder… Married twenty years, they say! You, so bald and fat and funny, Grubbing like a mole for money?
Good-bye!—no, do not grieve that i… The perfect hour; That the winged joy, sweet honey-l… Flits from the flower. Grieve not—it is the law. Love wi…
Give to brave deeds emblazoned shr… Where reverent memories may throng… For them Art draws her perfect li… In stone, in color, and in song. For the Sierra Club Lodge in Yos…