#AmericanWriters
Shepherd! who with thine amorous s… Hast broken the slumber that encom… Who mad’st thy crook from the accu… On which thy powerful arms were st… Lead me to mercy’s ever-flowing fo…
“Speak! speak! thou fearful guest! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! Wrapt not in Eastern balms,
Nine sisters, beautiful in form an… Came from their convent on the shi… Of Pierus, the mountain of deligh… To dwell among the people at its b… Then seemed the world to change.…
Othere, the old sea—captain, Who dwelt in Helgoland, To King Alfred, the Lover of Tru… Brought a snow—white walrus—tooth, Which he held in his brown right h…
I stood upon the hills, when heave… Was glorious with the sun’s return… And woods were brightened, and sof… Went forth to kiss the sun-clad va… The clouds were far beneath me; ba…
Can it be the sun descending O’er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by the magic arrow, Staining all the waves with crimso…
In the heroic days when Ferdinand And Isabella ruled the Spanish la… And Torquemada, with his subtle b… Ruled them, as Grand Inquisitor o… In a great castle near Valladolid…
Heard a voice, that cried, “Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!” And through the misty air Passed like the mournful cry
Whene’er a noble deed is wrought, Whene’er is spoken a noble thought… Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls
The panting City cried to the Sea… ‘I am faint with heat,—O breathe… And the Sea said, ‘Lo, I breathe… To some will be life, to others de… As to Prometheus, bringing ease
On sunny slope and beechen swell, The shadowed light of evening fell… And, where the maple’s leaf was br… With soft and silent lapse came do… The glory, that the wood receives,
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,
Annie of Tharaw, my true love of… She is my life, and my goods, and… Annie of Tharaw, her heart once a… To me has surrendered in joy and i… Annie of Tharaw, my riches, my go…
Once on a time, some centuries ago… In the hot sunshine two Francisca… Wended their weary way, with foots… Back to their convent, whose white… Gleamed on the hillside like a pat…