#AmericanWriters
HIT’S been drizzlin’ an’ been sp… Kin’ o’ techy all day long. I ain’t wet enough fu’ toddy, I’s too damp to raise a song, An’ de case have set me t’inkin’,
WHAT says the wind to the waving… What says the wave to the river? What means the sigh in the passing… Why do the rushes quiver? Have you not heard the fainting cr…
ON ITS NEW SLAVERY Heart of the Southland, heed me p… Who bearest, unashamed, upon my br… The long kiss of the loving tropic… And yet, whose veins with thy red…
How sweet the music sounded That summer long ago, When you were by my side, love, To list its gentle flow. I saw your eyes a—shining,
I done got 'uligion, honey, an’ I… Evahthing I see erbout me ’s jes’… An’ it seems lak I do’ want to do… But jes’ run an’ tell de neighbour… I done shuk my fis’ at Satan, an’…
In the silence of my heart, I will spend an hour with thee, When my love shall rend apart All the veil of mystery: All that dim and misty veil
THE young queen Nature, ever swe… Once on a time fell upon evil days… From hearing oft herself discussed… There grew within her heart the lo… To see herself; and every passing…
Hyeah come Caesar Higgins, Don’t he think he 's fine? Look at dem new riggin’s Ain’t he tryin’ to shine? Got a standin’ collar
Across the hills and down the narr… And up the valley where the free w… The earth is folded in an ermined… That mocks the melting mirth of my… Departed her disheartening duns an…
UNDERNEATH the autumn sky, Haltingly, the lines go by. Ah, would steps were blithe and ga… As when first they marched away, Smile on lip and curl on brow,
MY muvver’s ist the nicest one 'At ever lived wiz folks; She lets you have ze mostes’ fun, An’ laffs at all your jokes. I got a ol’ maid auntie, too,
Fling out your banners, your honor… Raise to the ether your paeans of… Strike every chord and let music b… Celebrate freely this day of all d… Few are the years since that notab…
One night in my room, still and be… With will and with thought in ecli… I rested in sleep that was dreamle… When softly there fell on my lips A touch, as of lips that were pres…
Pray, what can dreams avail To make love or to mar? The child within the cradle rail Lies dreaming of the star. But is the star by this beguiled
ON THE RECEIPT OF A F… To me, like hauntings of a vagrant… From some far forest which I once… The perfume of this flower of vers… Tho’ seemingly soul—blossoms faint…