#AmericanWriters #PoemsOfPower
Don’t look for the flaws as you go… And even when you find them, It is wise and kind to be somewhat… And look for the virtue behind the… For the cloudiest night has a hint…
Beside us in our seeking after ple… Through all our restless striving… Through all our search for worldly… There walketh one whom no man like… Silent he follows, veiled of form…
As we hurry away to the end, my fr… Of this sad little farce called ex… We are sure that the future will b… And that is the grave in the dista… And so when our lives run along al…
Why do we grudge our sweets so to… Who, God knows, find at best too… And then with generous, open hands… Unto the dead our all? Why do we pierce the warm hearts,…
Love thyself last. Look near, be… To those who walk beside thee down… Make glad their days by little act… And help them bear the burden of e… Love thyself last. Look far and…
God and I in space alone And nobody else in view. “And where are the people, O Lord… “The earth below, and the sky o’er… And the dead whom once I knew?”
Should some great angel say to me… “Thou must re-tread thy pathway fr… But God will grant, in pity, for… Some one dear wish, the nearest to… This were my wish! from my life’s…
As when the old moon lighted by th… And radiant crescent of the new is… And for a moment’s space suggests… Of what in its full prime it once… So on my waning years you cast the…
All the uniforms were blue, all th… When the regiment went marching do… All the men were hale and strong a… Through the cheers that drowned th… Oh the music of the feet keeping t…
The passion you forbade my lips to… Will not be silenced. You must he… The sullen thunders when they roll… And when the tempest nears, with w… I know your calm forgetfulness is…
Let no man pray that he know not s… Let no soul ask to be free from pa… For the gall of to-day is the swee… And the moment’s loss is the lifet… Through want of a thing does its w…
The strings of my heart were strun… And I laughed when the music fell… For he and Mirth played a joyful… And they played so loud that I co… The wailing and mourning of souls…
The first flower of the spring is… Or bright, as one the ripe midsumm… The first faint note the forest wa… Is not as rich with feeling, or so… As when, full master of his art, t…
When the first sere leaves of the… I heard, with a heart that was str… Out of the grave of a dead Past c… A voice I fancied forever stilled… All through winter and spring and…
What is flirtation? Really, How can I tell you that? But when she smiles I see its wil… And when he lifts his hat. ’Tis walking in the moonlight,