#AmericanWriters #FemaleWriters #1914 #PoemsOfCheer
There is a haunting phantom called… A shadowy creature robed somewhat… But fairer in the face, whom all m… By her said mien, and eyes forever… No heart would seek her; but once…
(After James Thomson) As I came through the Valley of… As I came through the valley, onm… More awful that the darkness of th… Shone glimpses of a Past that had…
O mother who sips sweetened liquor… Look down at the child on your bre… Think, think of the rough path bef… And ask yourself then, ‘Is it bes… Shall I foster a love for this po…
I set out for the Land of Content… By the gay crowded pleasure-highwa… With laughter, and jesting, I wen… With the mirth-loving throng for a… Then I knew I had wandered astray…
‘What’s in a glass of wine?’ There, set the glass where I can… Now listen to me, friend, while I… And tell you what I see– What I behold with my far-reachin…
A little time agone, a few brief y… And there was peace within our bea… Peace, and a prosperous people, an… Of war and its disorders. Pleasure was ruling goddess of our…
Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shal… My Gracia, who hath so deserted m… Thou art my friend, but if thou do… I shall not hesitate to challenge… ‘Curse and forget her?’ So I migh…
Once in the world’s first prime, When nothing lived or stirred, Nothing but new-born Time, Nor was there even a bird— The Silence spoke to a Star,
The passion you forbade my lips to… Will not be silenced. You must he… The sullen thunders when they roll… And when the tempest nears, with w… I know your calm forgetfulness is…
A little leaf just in the forest’s… All summer long, had listened to t… Of amorous brids that flew across… Singing their blithe sweet songs f… So many were the flattering things…
Who thinks how desolate and strang… To me must seem the autumn’s chang… When housed in attic or in chest, A lonely and unwilling guest, I lie through nights of bleak Dec…
A maiden sat in teh sunset glow Of the shadowy, beautiful Long Ag… That we see through a mist of tear… She sat and dreamed, with lips apa… With thoughtful eyes and a beating…
You who are loudly crying out for… You who are wanting love to vanqui… How is it in the four walls of you… The while you wait? Do those who form your household w…
I know two women, and one is chast… And cold as the snows on a winters… Stainless ever I act and thought (As a man, born dumb, in speech er… But she has malice toward her kind…
There’s many a house of grandeur, With turret, tower and dome, That knows not peace or comfort, And does not prove a home. I do not ask for splendor