#AmericanWriters
(Her lover speaks.) AN equal love between a man and w… This is the only charm to set us f… And this the only omen Of immortality.
LONG since I taught my spirit to… The Sage’s great commandment - to… And so to lose life’s bitterness a… And taste its sweetness; and I we… Eluding joy and sorrow, grave and…
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…
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…
THE white cat is sleeping by the… With her paws tucked under her chi… Very tame and gentle she is sleepi… Whom I saw but now come in, Come in from the dark night and th…
Her old love in tears and silence… Ringed by moats and flanked with t… ‘Here,’ he said, 'will come no whi… In these granite walls imprisoned,… As he spoke along the highway ther…
THE great religions, like men gre… Draw to them even those of hostile… Many a barbarian in Athens knew The temple porches who was grossly… To any god save one long left behi…
TRAINED nurses, trained nurses… Trained nurses by night, trained n… In the corridors, on the stair, Looking for towels, carrying a tra… Saying, 'you mustn’t,' ‘you must,’…
‘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…
ONCE for thy brow a wreath I wis… And, seeking long, I could no flo… Now golden flowers are blooming fa… But, ah! dear love, thou art no lo…
MAGIC for fitful souls whose aim… Pleasures that forfeit not the man… Who deem themselves absolved to ap… While they, protesting hate, pursu… Who lack strength to attain or els…
(' Women are often tempters to sexual sin and delight in it. . . A recent report of a female probation officer relates that some of the girls who, as we may say euphemistically’ had gon...
O FRANCE, with what a shamed an… We now recall that in a bygone day We sought of you art, wit, perfect… You were to us a playground and a… Paris was ours - its sudden green…
‘ Some Cupid kills with arrows, s… I WRITE for those, of whom I kn… Young, pretty, and a little bit fl… Who would do even more harm, if th… The science of the Art of being G…
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…