#AmericanWriters
There is snow on the ground, And the valleys are cold, And a midnight profound Blackly squats o'er the wold; But a light on the hilltops half-s…
It was golden and splendid, … That City of light; … A vision suspended … In deeps of the night; … A region of wonder and glory, whos…
As when a pigeon, loos'd in realms… Takes instant wing, and seeks his… So speed my blessings from a barb'… To thee and Providence at Christm…
Haughty Sphinx, whose amber eyes Hold the secrets of the skies, As thou ripplest in thy grace, Round the chairs and chimney-place… Scorn on thy patrician face:
The thing, he said, would come in… From the old churchyard on the hil… But crouching by an oak fire's who… I tried to tell myself it could no… Surely, I mused, it was pleasantr…
There's an ancient, ancient garden… Where the very Maytime sunligh… Where the gaudy-tinted blossoms… And the crumbling walls and pil… There are vines in nooks and cr…
Eternal brood the shadows on this… Dreaming of centuries that have go… Great elms rise solemnly by slab a… Arched high above a hidden world o… Round all the scene a light of mem…
In the Midnight heaven's burning … Through the ethe… Once I watch'd… An alluring aure… Ev'ry eve aloft…
O'er the midnight moorlands crying… Thro' the cypress forests sighing, In the night-wind madly flying, Hellish forms with streaming hair; In the barren branches creaking,
They cut it down, and where the pi… Of forest night had hid eternal th… They scaled the sky with towers an… To make a city for their revelling… …
Through the ghoul-guarded gateways… Past the wan-mooned abysses of nig… I have lived o'er my lives without… I have sounded all things with my… And I struggle and shriek ere the…
England! My England! can the surg… That lies between us tear my heart… Can distant birth and distant dwel… Th' ancestral blood that warms the… Isle of my Fathers! hear the fili…
How dull the wretch, whose philoso… Disdains the pleasures of fantasti… Whose prosy thoughts the joys of l… And wreck the solace of the poet's… Young Zeno, practis'd in the Stoi…
The cloudless day is richer at its… A golden glory settles on the lea; Soft, stealing shadows hint of coo… To mellowing landscape, and to cal… And in that nobler, gentler, lovel…