#Americans
Why are you running so fast hither… Chasing midges or butterflies? Some of you are standing solemnly… Some of you are waiting for corn t… This is life, is it?
The secret of the stars,—gravitati… The secret of the earth,—layers of… The secret of the soil,—to receive… The secret of the seed,—the germ. The secret of man,—the sower.
Oh many times did Ernest Hyde and… Argue about the freedom of the wil… My favorite metaphor was Prickett… Roped out to grass, and free you k… As the length of the rope.
I wanted to go away to college But rich Aunt Persis wouldn’t hel… So I made gardens and raked the l… And bought John Alden’s books wit… And toiled for the very means of l…
My parents thought that I would b… As great as Edison or greater: For as a boy I made balloons And wondrous kites and toys with c… And little engines with tracks to…
All they said was true: I wrecked my father’s bank with my… To dabble in wheat; but this was t… I was buying wheat for him as well… Who couldn’t margin the deal in hi…
I preached four thousand sermons, I conducted forty revivals, And baptized many converts. Yet no deed of mine Shines brighter in the memory of t…
From Bindle’s opera house in the… To Broadway is a great step. But I tried to take it, my ambiti… When sixteen years of age, Seeing “East Lynne” played here i…
I have known the silence of the st… And the silence of the city when i… And the silence of a man and a mai… And the silence of the sick When their eyes roam about the roo…
How does it happen, tell me, That I who was the most erudite o… Who knew Blackstone and Coke Almost by heart, who made the grea… The court-house ever heard, and wr…
I have two monuments besides this… One, the house I built on the hil… With its spires, bay windows, and… The other, the lake-front in Chic… Where the railroad keeps a switchi…
Spring and Summer, Fall and Wint… After each other drifting, past my… And I lay so many years watching… The years till a terror came in my… With the feeling that I had becom…
Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, ti… Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a… Faint iambics that the full breeze… But the pine tree makes a symphony… Triolets, villanelles, rondels, ro…
You praise my self-sacrifice, Spo… In rearing Irene and Mary, Orphans of my older sister! And you censure Irene and Mary For their contempt of me!
I ran away from home with the circ… Having fallen in love with Mademo… The lion tamer. One time, having starved the lions For more than a day,