#Americans
‘To heal his heart of long-time pa… One day Prince Love for to travel… With Ministers Mind and Sense. ’Now what to thee most strange may… Quoth Mind and Sense. ‘All thing…
As Love will carve dear names upo… Symbol of gravure on his heart to… So thought I thine with loving te… In the growth and substance of my… But, writing it, my tears begin to…
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…
O Hunger, Hunger, I will harness… And make thee harrow all my spirit… Of old the blind bard Herve sang… He made a wolf to plow his land.
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…
Sail on, sail on, fair cousin Clo… Oh loiter hither from the sea. Still-eyed and shadow-brow’d, Steal off from yon far-drifting cr… And come and brood upon the marsh…
‘Opinion, let me alone: I am not… Prim Creed, with categoric point,… To feature me my Lord by rule and… Thou canst not measure Mistress N… Not one sweet inch: nay, if thy si…
What time I paced, at pleasant mo… A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report of Dian’s lustiho… Far down a heavenly hollow.
The storm hath blown thee a lover,… And laid him kneeling at thy feet. But,—guerdon rich for favor rare! The wind hath all thy holy hair To kiss and to sing through and to…
Look off, dear Love, across the s… And mark yon meeting of the sun an… How long they kiss in sight of all… Ah! longer, longer, we. Now in the sea’s red vintage melts…
Across the brook of Time man leap… On stepping-stones of epochs, that… Fixed, memorable, midst broad shal… Of neutrals, kill-times, sleeps, i… So twixt each morn and night rise…
Oft as I hear thee, wrapt in heav… The massive message of Beethoven… With thy ten fingers to the people… As if ten tongues told news of hea… Gazing on thee, I mark that not a…
Died of a cat, May, 1878. Trillets of humor,—shrewdest whist… Contralto cadences of grave desire Such as from off the passionate I… Drift down through sandal-odored f…
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…
“Order A. P. Hill to prepare for… “Tell Major Hawks to advance the… “Let us cross the river and rest i… The stars of Night contain the gl… And rain his glory down with sweet…