#Americans
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the misdemeanors, All the malice and the mischief,
This is the forest primeval. The… Bearded with moss, and in garments… Stand like Druids of eld, with vo… Stand like harpers hoar, with bear… Loud from its rocky caverns, the d…
It was fifty years ago In the pleasant month of May, In the beautiful Pays de Vaud, A child in its cradle lay. And Nature, the old nurse, took
‘E venni dal martirio a questa pac… These words the poet heard in Par… Uttered by one who, bravely dying… In the true faith was living in th… Where the celestial cross of sacri…
Steer, bold mariner, on! albeit wi… And the steersman drop idly his ha… Ever, ever to westward! There mus… If it but lie distinct, luminous l… Trust to the God that leads thee,…
King Christian stood by the lofty… In mist and smoke; His sword was hammering so fast, Through Gothic helm and brain it… Then sank each hostile hulk and ma…
'Hads’t thou stayed, I must have… That is what the Vision said. In his chamber all alone, Kneeling on the floor of stone, Prayed the Monk in deep contritio…
An angel with a radiant face, Above a cradle bent to look, Seemed his own image there to trac… As in the waters of a brook. ‘Dear child! who me resemblest so,…
‘Nunc plaudite!’ the Student crie… When he had finished; 'now applaud… As Roman actors used to say At the conclusion of a play;? And rose, and spread his hands abr…
EVEN as the Blessed, at the fina… Shall rise up quickened, each one… Wearing again the garments of the… So, upon that celestial chariot, A hundred rose ad vocem tanti seni…
Witlaf, a king of the Saxons, Ere yet his last he breathed, To the merry monks of Croyland His drinking-horn bequeathed,— That, whenever they sat at their r…
The rocky ledge runs far into the… And on its outer point, some miles… The Lighthouse lifts its massive… A pillar of fire by night, of clou… Even at this distance I can see t…
I HEARD the bells on Christmas… Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good—will to me…
He ended: and a kind of spell Upon the silent listeners fell. His solemn manner and his words Had touched the deep, mysterious c… That vibrate in each human breast
Filled is Life’s goblet to the br… And though my eyes with tears are… I see its sparkling bubbles swim, And chant a melancholy hymn With solemn voice and slow.