#AmericanWriters #Epigram
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, Forth to catch the sturgeon Nahma…
Thus closed the tale of guilt and… That cast upon each listener’s fac… Its shadow, and for some brief spa… Unbroken silence filled the room. The Jew was thoughtful and distre…
The Landlord ended thus his tale, Then rising took down from its nai… The sword that hung there, dim wit… And cleaving to its sheath with ru… And said, ‘This sword was in the…
‘He is gone to the desert land I can see the shining mane Of his horse on the distant plain, As he rides with his Kossak band! ’Come back, rebellious one!
Gaddi mi fece; il Ponte Vecchio s… Cinquecent’ anni giásull’ Arno pi… Il piede, come il suo Michele San… Piantó sul draco. Mentre ch’ io r… Lo vedo torcere con flebil suono
The Archbishop, whom God loved in… Beheld his wounds all bleeding fre… And then his cheek more ghastly gr… And a faint shudder through his me… Upon the battle—field his knee was…
Still through Egypt’s desert plac… Flows the lordly Nile, From its banks the great stone fac… Gaze with patient smile. Still the pyramids imperious
I trust that somewhere and somehow You all have heard of Hagenau, A quiet, quaint, and ancient town Among the green Alsatian hills, A place of valleys, streams, and m…
I sat by my window one night, And watched how the stars grew hig… And the earth and skies were a spl… To a sober and musing eye. From heaven the silver moon shone…
I said unto myself, if I were dea… What would befall these children?… Their fate, who now are looking up… For help and furtherance? Their l… Would be a volume wherein I have…
I stand beneath the tree, whose br… Thy western window, Chapel of St.… And hear its leaves repeat their b… On him, whose hand thy stones memo… Then I remember one of whom was s…
‘Signor Luigi,’ said the Jew, When the Sicilian’s tale was told… ‘The were-wolf is a legend old, But the were-ass is something new, And yet for one I think it true.
Round Autumn’s mouldering urn Loud mourns the chill and cheerles… When nightfall shades the quiet va… And stars in beauty burn. 'Tis the year’s eventide.
When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flo… And the dry leaves strew the path; With the falling of the snow, With the cawing of the crow,
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,…