#Americans #XIXCentury #XXCentury
In robes of Tyrian blue the King… A jewelled collar shone upon his b… A giant ruby glittered in his crow… Lord of rich lands and many a sple… In him the glories of an ancient l…
The parents were abed and sleeping. The clock on the wall ticked loudly and lazily, as if it had time to spare. Outside the rattling windows there was a restless, whispering wind. The r...
I put my heart to school In the world, where men grow wise, “Go out,” I said, “and learn the… Come back when you win a prize.” My heart came back again:
Peace without Justice is a low es… A coward cringing to an iron Fate… But Peace through Justice is the… We’ll pay the price of war to make…
Stand fast, Great Britain! Together England, Scotland, Irel… One in the faith that makes a migh… True to the bond you gave and will… And fearless in the fight for cons…
The shadow by my finger cast Divides the future from the past: Before it, sleeps the unborn hour In darkness, and beyond thy power: Behind its unreturning line,
Not to the swift, the race: Not to the strong, the fight: Not to the righteous, perfect grac… Not to the wise, the light. But often faltering feet
BIRTHDAY VERSES Dear Aldrich, now November’s mell… Have brought another Festa round… You can’t refuse a loving—cup of p… From friends the fleeting years ha…
Knight—errant of the Never—ending… And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled… For ever tuning thy frail earthly… To some unearthly music, and posse… With painful passionate longing to…
If all the skies were sunshine, Our faces would be fain To feel once more upon them The cooling splash of rain. If all the world were music,
How blind the toil that burrows li… In winding graveyard pathways unde… For Browning’s lineage! What if m… Poor footmen or rich merchants on… Of his forbears? Did they beget h…
There are three vines that belong to the ancient forest. Elsewhere they will not grow, though the soil prepared for them be never so rich, the shade of the arbour built for them never s...
Yes, it was like you to forget, And cancel in the welcome of your… My deep arrears of debt, And with the putting forth of both… To sweep away the bars my folly se…
A little fir grew in the midst of… Contented and happy, as young tree… His body was straight and his boug… And summer and winter the bountifu… Of his needles bedecked him, from…
Long had I loved this “Attic shap… Of marble maidens round this urn d… But when your golden voice began t… The empty urn was filled with Chi…
