#AmericanWriters
Queen Sigrid the Haughty sat prou… In her chamber, that looked over m… Heart’s dearest, Why dost thou sorrow so? The floor with tassels of fir was…
JANUARY Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and… I count, as god of avenues and gat… The years that through my portals…
How I started up in the night, in… Drawn on without rest or reprieval… The streets, with their watchmen,… As I wandered so light In the night, in the night,
The cabin windows have grown blank As eyeballs of the dead; No more the glancing sunbeams burn On the gilt letters of the stern, But on the figure-head;
‘Build me straight, O worthy Mast… Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel… That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestl… The merchant’s word
An old man in a lodge within a par… The chamber walls depicted all aro… With portraitures of huntsman, haw… And the hurt deer. He listeneth t… Whose song comes with the sunshine…
A handful of red sand, from the ho… Of Arab deserts brought, Within this glass becomes the spy… The minister of Thought. How many weary centuries has it be…
Until we meet again! That is the… Of the familiar words, that men re… At parting in the street. Ah yes, till then! but when death… Rends us asunder, with what ceasel…
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
“I heard the bells on Christmas D… Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good—will to me…
At La Chaudeau,—'tis long since t… I was young,—my years twice ten; All things smiled on the happy boy… Dreams of love and songs of joy, Azure of heaven and wave below,
‘Thora of Rimol! hide me! hide me… Danger and shame and death betide… For Olaf the King is hunting me d… Through field and forest, through… Thus cried Jarl Hakon
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,…
DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR M… We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o’er the ba… Gave to the sea-breeze damp and co… An easy entrance, night and day.
Into the Silent Land! Ah! who shall lead us thither? Clouds in the evening sky more dar… And shattered wrecks lie thicker o… Who leads us with a gentle hand