Katharine Lee Bates

(1859-1929 / United States)

Katharine Lee Bates Poems

1. War Profits 4/16/2010
2. Two Centuries 1/1/2004
3. Playmates 4/16/2010
4. Wild Europe 4/16/2010
5. This Tattered Catechism 4/16/2010
6. To My Country 12/31/2002
7. Out Of Siberia 4/16/2010
8. Jerusalem 4/16/2010
9. Our Crown Of Praise 4/16/2010
10. New Year 4/16/2010
11. Lydd 4/16/2010
12. In The Oak 4/16/2010
13. Mist 4/16/2010
14. Our President 4/16/2010
15. To Heavy Hearts 4/16/2010
16. The Morning Paper 4/16/2010
17. Man Overboard 4/16/2010
18. My Lady Of Whims 4/16/2010
19. Not Yet 4/16/2010
20. Only Mules 4/16/2010
21. New Roads 4/16/2010
22. The Falmouth Bell 1/1/2004
23. In A Northern Wood 4/16/2010
24. In August 4/16/2010
25. The Purple Thread 4/16/2010
26. Three Steps 4/16/2010
27. Our First War-Christmas 4/16/2010
28. Russia 4/16/2010
29. Spain 4/16/2010
30. The Titanic 4/16/2010
31. The Lighthouse 4/16/2010
32. The Creed Of The Wood 4/16/2010
33. The Pity Of It 1/1/2004
34. The German-American 4/16/2010
35. Starlight At Sea 4/16/2010
36. Shakespeare's Festival 4/16/2010
37. The New Crusade 4/16/2010
38. The Perfect Day 4/16/2010
39. Northward 4/16/2010
40. Our First Families 4/16/2010
Best Poem of Katharine Lee Bates

America The Beautiful

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
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!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!

O...

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Yellow Warblers

The first faint dawn was flushing up the skies
When, dreamland still bewildering mine eyes,
I looked out to the oak that, winter-long,
-- a winter wild with war and woe and wrong --
Beyond my casement had been void of song.

And lo! with golden buds the twigs were set,
Live buds that warbled like a rivulet
Beneath a veil of willows. Then I knew

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