Alice Duer Miller
Alice Duer Miller Poems
- The White Cliffs I I have loved England, dearly and deeply,...
- Exile At dead of night about the dying fire They told a ...
- The Woman At The Cross-Roads AN equal love between a man and ...
- How Like A Woman I WANTED you to come to-day Or so I told ...
- A Lady's Choice Her old love in tears and silence had been ...
- A Creed COURAGE to ask of love neither sign nor ...
- After A Year YES, you have guessed it. Do not blame me, ...
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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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...