Maxwell Anderson

The gods of men are sillier than their kings and queens, and emptier and more powerless

The gods of men are sillier than their kings and queens, and emptier and more powerless

And the days dwindle down To a precious few, September, November - And these few precious days I'd spend with read more

And the days dwindle down To a precious few, September, November - And these few precious days I'd spend with you, These golden days I'd spend with you

He was a god, such as men might be, if men were gods.

He was a god, such as men might be, if men were gods.

From the point of view of the playwright, then, the essence of a tragedy, or even of a serious play, read more

From the point of view of the playwright, then, the essence of a tragedy, or even of a serious play, is the spiritual awakening, or regeneration, of his hero.

There's a little gray house in a one-street town, And the door stands open, and the steps go down, And read more

There's a little gray house in a one-street town, And the door stands open, and the steps go down, And you prop up the window with a stick on the sill, And you carry spring water from the bottom of the hill; And the white star of Bethlehem grows in t