#Americans
Of the history of Tamerlane little is known; and with that little, I have taken the full liberty of a poet.—That he was descended from the family of Zinghis Khan is more than probable—b...
MISERY is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow, its hues are as various as the hues of that arch,—as distinct too, yet as intim...
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but new…
YE who read are still among the living; but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of shadows. For indeed strange things shall happen, and secret things be known,...
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you… By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no…
Oh! that my young life were a last… My spirit not awak’ning, till the… Of an Eternity should bring the m… Yes! tho’ that long dream were of… ’Twere better than the dull realit…
Of course I shall not pretend to consider it any matter for wonder, that the extraordinary case of M. Valdemar has excited discussion. It would have been a miracle had it not—especially...
I saw thee on the bridal day; When a burning blush came o’er the… Tho’ Happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee. And, in thine eye, the kindling li…
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed— But a waking dream of life and lig… Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day
A dark unfathom’d tide Of interminable pride— A mystery, and a dream, Should my early life seem; I say that dream was fraught
Lo! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see
LO! Death has reared himself a th… In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the… Have gone to their eternal rest.
For her this rhyme is penned, whos… Brightly expressive as the twins o… Shall find her own sweet name, tha… Upon the page, enwrapped from ever… Search narrowly the lines!—they ho…
In the consideration of the faculties and impulses—of the prima mobilia of the human soul, the phrenologists have failed to make room for a propensity which, although obviously existing...
The happiest day—the happiest hour My seared and blighted heart hath… The highest hope of pride and powe… I feel hath flown. Of power! said I? Yes! such I we…