#AmericanWriters
The midnight is not more bewilderi… To her drowsed eyes, than to her e… Of dim, sweet singing voices, inte… With purl of flute and subtle twan… Strained through the lattice, wher…
Far in the night, and yet no rest… The wife’s sweet face in slumber p… alone! In vain he courted sleep;—one thou… arise,—
‘O I am weary!’ she sighed, as he… Hair she unloosed in a torrent of… That rippled and fell o’er a figur… Graceful and fair as a goddess of… Over her jewels she flung herself…
John McKeen, in his rusty dress, His loosened collar, and swarthy t… His face unshaven, and none the le… His hearty laugh and his wholesome… And the wealth of a workman’s vote…
Little brook! Little brook! You have such a happy look— Such a very merry manner, as you s… curve and crook— And your ripples, one and one,
1 Our hired girl, she’s 'Liza… 2 An’ she can cook best thin… 3 She ist puts dough in our pi… 4 An’ pours in somepin’ 'at’… 5 An’ nen she salts it all on…
In some strange place Of long-lost lands he finds her wa… Comes marveling upon it, unaware, Set moonwise in the midnight of he…
Low hidden in among the forest tre… An artist’s tilted easel, ankle-de… In tousled ferns and mosses, and i… A fluffy water-spaniel, half aslee… Beside a sketch-book and a fallen…
There is ever a song somewhere, my… There is ever a something sings al… There’s the song of the lark when… And the song of the thrush when th… The sunshine showers across the gr…
O her beautiful eyes! they are as… On the violet’s bloom when the mor… And the light of their love is the… O’er the meadows of Spring where… As the morn shirts the mists and t…
Let us forget. What matters it th… Once reigned o’er happy realms of… And talked of love, and let our vo… And ruled for some brief sessions… What if we sung, or laughed, or we…
Take a feller 'at’s sick and laid… All shaky, and ga’nted, and pore— Jes all so knocked out he can’t ha… With a stiff upper-lip any more; Shet him up all alone in the gloom…
Once, in a dream, I saw a man With haggard face and tangled hair… And eyes that nursed as wild a car… As gaunt Starvation ever can; And in his hand he held a wand
A NEW VERSION BY LEE… WHITCOMB RILEY ‘You are old, Father William, and… All the veins in your body were dr… Yet the end of your nose is red as…
The man that rooms next door to me… Two weeks ago, this very night, He took possession quietly, As any other lodger might— But why the room next mine should…