#AmericanWriters
HE (after a pause): Dear, are you… SHE: Yes, though not at you, But at myself. Of course, we know… That when a man respects a girl... HE (interrupting): I thought
ON these brown rocks the waves di… As when our fathers saw them first… If such a one could come again and… This ancient haven in its latter d… These haughty palaces and gardens…
DEAR, if you love me, hold me mo… Chosen from out the many who would… Your gladness gladly - heavily you… Who best can sympathize, best comp… Where others fail; who, breathless…
‘YES, Spring has come,’ the groc… And tied a final knot of string, Rang up the change and becked his… Elated at the breath of Spring. ‘Yes, Spring has come,’ the poet…
I have loved England, dearly and… Since that first morning, shining… The white cliffs of Dover I saw r… Out of the sea that once made her… I had no thought then of husband o…
THE house is empty, and the garde… A shadowed aisle of linden and of… A marble vase, a glimpse of river-… Translucent white against transpar… A mystery of boxwood and of byway,
THE house is bright with lights a… Like a palace in the Arabian Nigh… Lights in festoons and lights in c… In chandeliers and crystal lustres… And all the length of the stairs’…
THERE is a willow grows beside a… Its long gray branches sweep the m… And from those waters shadowy and… The stars shine, large and dim. From open valleys filled with litt…
ON summer evenings when the full… Serene and fair, High in the crystal air, On hillsides deep in birches and i… Then in all hearts there stirs a h…
YES, you have guessed it. Do not… Indeed, I did not dream, 0 tender… When first we met, that in a littl… My words would dim you with pain’s… Do not reproach me, for I suffer…
At dead of night about the dying f… They told a story how the dead app… And men, grown still with fear, Forgot their old desire For those who once were dear,
IN this still cloister where the… Waist-high between the arches and… You would have walked a thousand y… So faithful, who are now so infide… You would have fancied your wild h…
LAST night I saw a city by the s… Outlined in sparks of fire; Those wreathed lamps made all a fa… Arch, dome and spire. I saw above the waters pale and gr…
NIGHT after night within the gro… The night wind spares the sacred f… The breath made visible of love, Of worship and desire. I set the tripod at thy shrine;
WAYNE was looking near and far After the theatre to find his car. He had taken his wife to the play… Broadway was glittering hard and b… With every sort of electric light