Katharine Lee Bates

(1859-1929 / United States)

Katharine Lee Bates Poems

41. The Perfect Day 4/16/2010
42. Northward 4/16/2010
43. Our First Families 4/16/2010
44. The First Bluebirds 4/16/2010
45. The Death Of Olaf Tryggvision 4/16/2010
46. Pigeon Post 12/31/2002
47. Wings 4/16/2010
48. White Moments 4/16/2010
49. Night And Morning 4/16/2010
50. When The Millennium Comes 4/16/2010
51. The Red Cross Nurse 4/16/2010
52. Mother 4/16/2010
53. Soldiers To Pacifists 4/16/2010
54. Robin’s Secret 4/16/2010
55. The Little Knight In Green 4/16/2010
56. The Presence Chamber 4/16/2010
57. The Conqueror 4/16/2010
58. The End Of May 4/16/2010
59. Yellow Warblers 12/31/2002
60. To Canada 4/16/2010
61. To Peace 4/16/2010
62. When Cap'N Tom Comes Home 4/16/2010
63. Marching Feet 4/16/2010
64. The Submarine That Sank The 4/16/2010
65. The Thracian Stone 4/16/2010
66. To Italy 4/16/2010
67. Matthew Arnold On Hearing Him Read His Poems In Boston 5/8/2001
68. The Sunset, Woven Of Soft Lights 4/16/2010
69. The Least Of These 4/16/2010
70. To Our President 4/16/2010
71. The U-Boat Crew 4/16/2010
72. Pity Of It, The 12/31/2002
73. What Is Christ? 4/16/2010
74. Waywise 4/16/2010
75. Yellow Clover 12/31/2002
76. How Long? 4/16/2010
77. Great Twin Brethren, The 12/31/2002
78. Anniversary Hymn 1/1/2004
79. April In September 4/16/2010
80. Around The Sun 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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