#AmericanWriters
AT THE UNVEILING OF HI… Among their graven shapes to whom Thy civic wreaths belong, O city of his love, make room For one whose gift was song.
Between the gates of birth and dea… An old and saintly pilgrim passed, With look of one who witnesseth The long-sought goal at last. O thou whose reverent feet have fo…
AS they who, tossing midst the st… While turning shoreward, where a b… Meet the walled blackness of the h… So, on the turbulent waves of part… In gloom and tempest, men have see…
I shall not soon forget that sight The glow of Autumn’s westering da… A hazy warmth, a dreamy light, On Raphael’s picture lay. It was a simple print I saw,
Still linger in our noon of time And on our Saxon tongue The echoes of the home-born hymns The Aryan mothers sung. And childhood had its litanies
If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy so…
Ho! workers of the old time styled The Gentle Craft of Leather! Young brothers of the ancient guil… Stand forth once more together! Call out again your long array,
How has New England’s romance fle… Even as a vision of the morning! Its rites foredone, its guardians… Its priestesses, bereft of dread, Waking the veriest urchin’s scorni…
What flecks the outer gray beyond The sundown’s golden trail? The white flash of a sea-bird’s wi… Or gleam of slanting sail? Let young eyes watch from Neck an…
The land, that, from the rule of k… In freeing us, itself made free, Our Old World Sister, to us brin… Her sculptured Dream of Liberty, Unlike the shapes on Egypt’s sand…
O HOLY FATHER! just and true Are all Thy works and words and w… And unto Thee alone are due Thanksgiving and eternal praise! As children of Thy gracious care,
Speak and tell us, our Ximena, lo… O’er the camp of the invaders, o’e… Who is losing? who is winning? are… Look abroad, and tell us, sister,… Down the hills of Angostura still…
The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening s…
In the fair land o’erwatched by I… Across the charmed bay Whose blue waves keep with Capri’… Perpetual holiday, A king lies dead, his wafer duly e…
Yes, pile the marble o’er him! It… That ye who mocked him in his long… And planted in the pathway of his… The ploughshares of your hatred ho… Who clamored down the bold reforme…