Alice Duer Miller

(28 July 1874 - 22 August 1942 / New York City, New York)

Alice Duer Miller Poems

1. A Bread And Butter Letter 3/15/2012
2. A Creed 3/15/2012
3. A Dialouge 3/15/2012
4. A Lady's Choice 3/15/2012
5. After A Quarrel 3/15/2012
6. After A Year 3/15/2012
7. An American To France 3/15/2012
8. An Exhortation To Gentleness 3/15/2012
9. Batalha 3/15/2012
10. Before Spring 3/15/2012
11. Brandon 3/15/2012
12. Easton's Beach 3/15/2012
13. Exile 3/15/2012
14. Final Poem 3/15/2012
15. Forsaking All Others Part 1 3/15/2012
16. Forsaking All Others Part 3 3/15/2012
17. Forsaking All Others Part 4 3/15/2012
18. Forsaking All Others Part 5 3/15/2012
19. From The German 3/15/2012
20. Harbor 3/15/2012
21. House Pets 3/15/2012
22. How Like A Woman 3/15/2012
23. In A School Chapel 3/15/2012
24. Invocation 3/15/2012
25. Late Comers 3/15/2012
26. Newport 3/15/2012
27. Overheard In A Conservatory 3/15/2012
28. Song 3/15/2012
29. Song In Exile 3/15/2012
30. Sonnet 3/15/2012
31. Spring 3/15/2012
32. Strange Gods 3/15/2012
33. The Heritage 3/15/2012
34. The History Of A Minute 3/15/2012
35. The Party 3/15/2012
36. The Penintent 3/15/2012
37. The Price To Peace 3/15/2012
38. The Railroad Station 3/15/2012
39. The Snare Of The Fowler 3/15/2012
40. The Stars 3/15/2012

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Best Poem of Alice Duer Miller

The White Cliffs

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I have loved England, dearly and deeply,
Since that first morning, shining and pure,
The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeply
Out of the sea that once made her secure.
I had no thought then of husband or lover,
I was a traveller, the guest of a week;
Yet when they pointed 'the white cliffs of Dover',
Startled I found there were tears on my cheek.
I have loved England, and still as a stranger,
Here is my home and I still am alone.
Now in her hour of trial and danger,
Only the English are really her own.

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It happened the first...

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From The German

ONCE for thy brow a wreath I wished to wind,
And, seeking long, I could no flowers find.
Now golden flowers are blooming far and near,
But, ah! dear love, thou art no longer here.

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