Katharine Lee Bates
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Katharine Lee Bates Poems
America the Beautiful
O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain!
Above the Battle
Honor and pity for the smitten field, The valorous ranks mown down like precious corn, Whose want must famish love morn after morn, Till Death, the good physician, shall have healed
If You Could Come
My love, my love, if you could come once more From your high place, I would not question you for heavenly lore, But, silent, take the comfort of your face.
At the crowded gangway they kissed good-bye. He had half a mind to scold her. An officer's mother and not keep dry The epaulet on his shoulder.
Fodder for Cannon
Bodies glad, erect, Beautiful with youth, Life's elect, Nature's truth,
The Old Year groaned as he trudged away, His guilty shadow black on the snow, And the heart of the glad New Year turned grey At the road Time bade him go.
RED, white, blue, the flag that leads us on, Stripes as red as blood well shed by many a hero gone.
America to England
1899 Who would trust England, let him lift his eyes To Nelson, columned o'er Trafalgar Square,
Grim stones whose gray lips keep your secret well, Our hands that touch you touch an ancient terror, An ancient woe, colossal citadel
England to America
And what of thee, O Lincoln's Land? What gloom Is darkening above the Sunset Sea? Vowed Champion of Liberty, deplume Thy war-crest, bow thy knee,
THOUGH the winds but stir on their hoary thrones Of hemlock and pungent pine, All the whispering woodland tones
A Mountain Storm
OUR blue sierras shone serene, sublime, When ghostly shapes came crowding up the air, Shadowing the landscape with some vast despair;
I HEARD him preach in Oxford years ago, A snowy-haired and tender-faced apostle. I watched the beech against the window blow,
THOU whose sunny heart outglows Arctic snows; Russia's hearth-fire, cherishing Courage almost perishing;
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Edgar Allan Poe
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America the Beautiful
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern, impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!