#AmericanWriters #PoemsOfPower
It is easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows by like a song, But the man worth while is one who… When everything goes dead wrong. For the test of the heart is troub…
Dost thou not tire, Isaura, of th… ‘What play?’ Why, this old play o… Nay, now, lift not thine eyes in t… ’Tis all in vain—I know thee and… Let us be frank, Isaura. I have m…
I saw a mother give wine to her bo… The rain-drops fall and fall: The pride of his parents, a househ… A mother’s blessing, her all. I saw the cheek of the youth grow…
This is the baby who doesn’t do a… This is the lady who loves to wear… This is their big sister, this is… And this stout thumb is their grea…
God gave him passions, splendid as… Meant for the lordliest purposes;… Of nature’s full and fertile mothe… From which new systems and new sta… And now, behold, behold, what he h…
If all the year was summer time, And all the aim of life Was just to lilt on like a rhyme, Then I would be your wife. If all the days were August days,
The beautiful and slender young N… In trailing robes of pink and pale… Swept close to Venus, and breathe… A precious boon, I ask, dear frie… ‘O queen of light and beauty, you…
However the battle is ended, Though proudly the victor comes With fluttering flags and prancing… And echoing roll of drums, Still truth proclaims this motto
Let there be many windows to your… That all the glory of the universe May beautify it. Not the narrow p… Of one poor creed can catch the ra… That shine from countless sources.…
I have not the gift of vision, I have not the psychic ear, And the realms that are called El… I neither see nor hear; Yet oft when the shadows darken
Sing to me! Something of sunlight… I am so compassed with sorrow and… I am so sick with the world’s nois… Sing of the beauty and brightness… Sing to me, sing to me!
We walk on starry fields of white And do not see the daisies, For blessings common in our sight We rarely offer praises. We sigh for some supreme delight
I left the farm when mother died a… To daughter Susie’s stylish house… And there was them before I came… How I would find the town folks’… They said I’d have no comfort in…
They stood at the garden gate. By the lifting of a lid She might have read her fate In a little thing he did. He plucked a beautiful flower,
I think men’s great capacity for p… Proves his immortal birthright. I… No merely human mind could bear th… Of some tremendous sorrows we endu… Art’s most ingenious breastworks f…