Alice Duer Miller
Alice Duer Miller was an American writer and poet.
Alice Duer was born in New York City on July 28, 1874 into a wealthy family. She is the daughter of James Gore King Duer and Elizabeth Wilson Meads, daughter of Orlando Meads of Albany, New York. Her paternal great grandfather, was William Duer, an American lawyer, developer, and speculator from New York City. He had served in the Continental Congress and the convention that framed the New York Constitution. In 1778, he signed the United States Articles of Confederation and was the president of Columbia College, 1829-1842; and her great great grandfather was William Alexander, who claimed the disputed title of Earl of Stirling, ... more »
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Alice Duer Miller Poems
The White Cliffs
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeply
How Like a Woman
I WANTED you to come to-day Or so I told you in my letter And yet, if you had stayed away, I should have liked you so much better.
A Lady's Choice
Her old love in tears and silence had been building her a palace Ringed by moats and flanked with towers, he had set it on a hill
COURAGE to ask of love neither sign nor token, Wisdom to wait, silence and faith are better; Fear, not alone lest the bond be some day broken, But, that love, too desperately dear, become a fetter.
The Woman at the Cross-roads
AN equal love between a man and woman, This is the only charm to set us free, And this the only omen Of immortality.
After a Year
YES, you have guessed it. Do not blame me, dear. Indeed, I did not dream, 0 tender eyes, When first we met, that in a little year My words would dim you with pain's dumb surprise.
IN this still cloister where the roses grow Waist-high between the arches and the well, You would have walked a thousand years ago, So faithful, who are now so infidel;
HE: I am in trouble, give me your advice. SHE: No, for I'm sure 'twould not be carried out. HE: It shall, I swear it shall, at any price. SHE:If that's agreed, what is this all about?
An Exhortation to Gentleness
You who are strong, and do not know the need That weaker spirits feel, but do not plead - The need to lean on someone who is strong - Oh! see you give their silent want good heed.
THERE is a magic pathway through the wood, There is a current in the troubled stream, A happy course to steer, if one but could, A meaning to the dream.
In a School Chapel
THE clear young voices rise and soar: 'Oh, pray Pray for the peace of Jerusalem: they Shall prosper that love thee.' Yet each boy's heart Harbors the hope that he may have a part
LAST night I saw a city by the sea, Outlined in sparks of fire; Those wreathed lamps made all a fantasy - Arch, dome and spire.
The Railroad Station
JUST a very common thing - Shouts and whistles, bells that ring, Just a platform in the rain And a slowly moving train;
To an Old Lady in a Train
HER hair was beautifully white Beneath her bonnet, black as night, Which, plainly of New England kin, Was tied with strings beneath her chin.
Comments about Alice Duer Miller
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
The White Cliffs
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.
It happened the first...