Rest here, my horse, the night is dull, - the blood-sick stars are gone, Listen, for thou like me wert bred in far Saskatchewan. And this September night at home, under a happier sky,...
I knew a little boy, not very long ago, Who was as bright and happy as any boy you know. He had an only fault, and you will all agree That from a fault like this a boy himself might free. ...
The world of dreams is all my own, Wherein I wander - free, alone; - And each weird, fervid fantasy Is dearer than earth's joys to me. The waking world I share with you;...
Like many another I have crossed Oftener than once the broad Atlantic, And - feeling qualms when tempest-tossed, Have shuddered at the waves gigantic, Fearing that really nevermore...
A liberty bond! What a queer contradiction! Although truth, as you've heard, may be stranger than fiction. For Liberty should from all fetters release us, While bonds hold one fast, whether pauper or Croesus....
I want to see a grandmother like those there used to be, In a cosy little farm-house, where I could go to tea; A grandmother with spectacles and a funny, frilly cap,...
Oh, daughter, lovelier than your lovely mother, Whatever punishment you may desire Give my offending verses; in the fire Throw them, please you, or in the Adriatic. Not Dindymene, no, nor even Apollo...
Here, where the proud hibiscus blooms in flame, Where swaying palms nod lightly to the sea, Where each azalea towers - a stately tree - And orange blossoms charm, today I came...
My Auntie has a camera, and when I'm out at play And see her coming with it, I try to hide away. For oh, it is so bothersome to hear her, with a laugh,...
"One time when I was pleasing to you, Lydia, And when no other youth, preferred to me, Your snowy neck could with his arms encircle, Then happier I than Persia's King may be." ...
If Love were all, how dark the world! What sorrow for the stricken heart! If Love were all, with Love grown cold - No tempest raging bleak and bold, Its icy fury ever hurled...
"Death after life" shall we sigh as we say it, Sigh as if death were the end for us all, Pale at the thought, as in silence we weigh it, Yield our dull souls to it, bending in thrall? ...
"Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage" High halls do not a College make, nor book-lined shelves a sage. So might I follow haltingly these olden words to show...
Behold a long procession passing proudly, And yet no glittering pomp adorns its way, Only the emblems of our States and Nation, Only the flags that floated on the day...
What prays the poet of enshrined Apollo? What is he asking for with lifted hands, Pouring a fresh libation from his flagon? - Not fertile crop from rich Sardinian lands, -...
About the country they may talk who will, Who praise it ever to the town's despite. Let him extol the charms of wood and hill Who finds them peerless. None disputes his right. ...
Sing of America, sing of our Country! Land of two oceans, of palm-tree and pine! Firm as the rock of her towering mountains, Free as her rivers from Heaven-born fountains,...