#AmericanWriters
If spicy-fringed pinks that blush… With passions of perfume,—if viole… That hint of heaven with odor more… If perfect roses, each a holy Gra… Wherefrom the blood of beauty doth…
[Not long ago a certain Georgia c… by awaking each morning to find th… quite outgrown the cotton overnigh… in defiance of his lazy freedmen’s… set the whole State in a laugh by…
From the German of Herder. All faintly through my soul to-day… As from a bell that far away Is tinkled by some frolic fay, Floateth a lovely chiming.
Our hearths are gone out and our h… And but the ghosts of homes to us… And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs… From friend to friend of an unspok… O Raven days, dark Raven days of…
Through all that year-scarred agon… Unblest of bough or bloom, to wher… His wandy circlet with his bladed… Dividing every wind, or loud or li… To termless hymns of love and old…
From the German of Heine. In the far North stands a Pine-tr… Upon a wintry height; It sleeps: around it snows have t… A covering of white.
My crippled sense fares bow’d alon… His uncompanioned way, And wronged by death pays life wit… And I wake by night and dream by… And the Morning seems but fatigue…
Sometimes in morning sunlights by… Where in the early fall long grass… Light winds from over the moorland… And sigh as if just blown across a… And then I pause and listen to th…
I was drivin’ my two-mule waggin, With a lot o’ truck for sale, Towards Macon, to git some baggin… (Which my cotton was ready to bale… And I come to a place on the side…
By Sidney and Clifford Lanier. O wish that’s vainer than the plas… Of these wave-whimsies on the shor… “Give us a pearl to fill the gash— God, let our dead friend live once…
‘I saw a sky of stars that rolled… All glory twinkled through some sw… From each tall chimney of the roar… That shot his fire far up the soot… Mixt fuels—Labor’s Right and Lab…
A white face, drooping, on a bendi… A tube-rose that with heavy petal… Her stem: a foam-bell on a wave t… Back from the undulating vessel’s… From out the whitest cloud of summ…
Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlis… Beethoven zeigst, und seinem Will… Mit den zehn Fingern fuehrst der… Zehn Zungen sagen was der Meister… Schauend dich an, ich seh’, dass n…
Now haste thee while the way is cl… Paul Revere! Haste, Dawes! but haste thee not,… To Lexington. Then Devens looked and saw the li…
The robin laughed in the orange-tr… “Ho, windy North, a fig for thee: While breasts are red and wings ar… And green trees wave us globes of… Time’s scythe shall reap but bliss…