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English Poets. Alice Duer Miller Poems. Back to Poems Page. The White Cliffs by Alice Duer Miller. 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.
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Alice Duer Miller (July 28, 1874 – August 22, 1942) was an American writer whose poetry actively influenced political opinion. Her feminist verses influenced political opinion during the American suffrage movement, and her verse novel The White Cliffs influenced political thought during the U.S.'s entry into World War II.
Dover Beach. By Matthew Arnold. The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fair. Upon the straits; on the French coast the light. Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay. Come to the window, sweet is the night-air! Only, from the long line of spray.
Home. The White Cliffs. by Alice Duer Miller. 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;
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May 21, 2024 · The White Cliffs Poem by Alice Duer Miller. Poems Books Biography Comments. 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,
