Alice Duer Miller

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

Alice Duer Miller Poems

1. Forsaking All Others Part 4 3/15/2012
2. Forsaking All Others Part 5 3/15/2012
3. Song 3/15/2012
4. Sonnet 3/15/2012
5. Overheard In A Conservatory 3/15/2012
6. To The Night Breeze 3/15/2012
7. The Snare Of The Fowler 3/15/2012
8. Invocation 3/15/2012
9. Late Comers 3/15/2012
10. The Heritage 3/15/2012
11. Harbor 3/15/2012
12. After A Quarrel 3/15/2012
13. Song In Exile 3/15/2012
14. The Party 3/15/2012
15. Before Spring 3/15/2012
16. An American To France 3/15/2012
17. Strange Gods 3/15/2012
18. Newport 3/15/2012
19. To Remorse 3/15/2012
20. The Price To Peace 3/15/2012
21. Brandon 3/15/2012
22. Final Poem 3/15/2012
23. To A Certain Gentleman 3/15/2012
24. House Pets 3/15/2012
25. Spring 3/15/2012
26. A Bread And Butter Letter 3/15/2012
27. Won'T It Be Curious 3/15/2012
28. The Penintent 3/15/2012
29. Exile 3/15/2012
30. From The German 3/15/2012
31. Forsaking All Others Part 1 3/15/2012
32. Forsaking All Others Part 3 3/15/2012
33. An Exhortation To Gentleness 3/15/2012
34. The Way 3/15/2012
35. A Dialouge 3/15/2012
36. In A School Chapel 3/15/2012
37. To An Old Lady In A Train 3/15/2012
38. Easton's Beach 3/15/2012
39. The Railroad Station 3/15/2012
40. The Stars 3/15/2012
Best Poem of Alice Duer Miller

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
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.

II
It happened the first...

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Sonnet

DEAR, if you love me, hold me most your friend,
Chosen from out the many who would bear
Your gladness gladly - heavily your care;
Who best can sympathize, best comprehend,
Where others fail; who, breathless to the end,
Follows your tale of joy or of despair:
Hold me your counsellor, because I dare
To lift my hand to guide you, that I lend
My love to help you. And I would you knew

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