#AmericanWriters
ON RECEIVING A SPRIG… No more these simple flowers belon… To Scottish maid and lover; Sown in the common soil of song, They bloom the wide world over.
A picture memory brings to me I look across the years and see Myself beside my mother’s knee. I feel her gentle hand restrain My selfish moods, and know again
A HARVEST IDYL. PROEM. I CALL the old time back: I bri… in tender memory of the summer day When, where our native river lapse…
Oh, dwarfed and wronged, and stain… Behold! thou art a woman still! And, by that sacred name and dear, I bid thy better self appear. Still, through thy foul disguise,…
My thoughts are all in yonder town… Where, wept by many tears, To-day my mother’s friend lays dow… The burden of her years. True as in life, no poor disguise
Up and down the village streets Strange are the forms my fancy mee… For the thoughts and things of to-… And through the veil of a closed l… The ancient worthies I see again
TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN,… HEALING THE SICK. So stood of old the holy Christ Amidst the suffering throng; With whom His lightest touch suff…
FRANCONIA FROM THE P… Once more, O Mountains of the No… Your brows, and lay your cloudy ma… And once more, ere the eyes that s… Uplift against the blue walls of t…
. GIFT from the cold and silent Pa… A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting and unstable sand,
He has done the work of a true man… Crown him, honor him, love him. Weep, over him, tears of woman, Stoop manliest brows above him! O dusky mothers and daughters,
WHEN Freedom, on her natal day, Within her war-rocked cradle lay, An iron race around her stood, Baptized her infant brow in blood; And, through the storm which round…
Ho! thou who seekest late and long A License from the Holy Book For brutal lust and fiendish wrong… Man of the Pulpit, look! Lift up those cold and atheist eye…
“As the Spirits of Darkness be stronger in the dark, so Good Spirits, which be Angels of Light, are augmented not only by the Divine lightof the Sun, but also by our common Wood Fire: a...
From the hills of home forth looki… Of the sky, I see the white gleam… Well I know its coves and beaches… And the white-walled hamlet childr… Long has passed the summer morning…
THANK God for the token! one li… One spirit untrammelled, unbending… Like the oak of the mountain, deep… Erect, when the multitude bends to… When traitors to Freedom, and Hon…
