#AmericanWriters #Epigram
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…
Solemnly, mournfully, Dealing its dole, The Curfew Bell Is beginning to toll. Cover the embers,
Simon Danz has come home again, From cruising about with his bucca… He has singed the beard of the Ki… And carried away the Dean of Jaen And sold him in Algiers.
Ah me! ah me! when thinking of the… The vanished years, alas, I do no… Among them all one day that was my… Fallacious hope; desires of the un… Lamenting, loving, burning, and in…
The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village
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 HEARD the bells on Christmas… Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good—will to me…
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewi… He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-… Vexed the village with disturbance… You shall hear of all his mischief…
‘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!
On the cross the dying Saviour Heavenward lifts his eyelids calm, Feels, but scarcely feels, a tremb… In his pierced and bleeding palm. And by all the world forsaken,
‘Now that is after my own heart,’ The Poet cried; 'one understands Your swarthy hero Scanderbeg, Gauntlet on hand and boot on leg, And skilled in every warlike art,
_Prince Henry_. God’s blessing on… The bridges o’er swift rivers and… Before impassable to human feet, No less than on the builders of ca… Whose massive walls are bridges th…
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
‘Hast thou seen that lordly castle… That Castle by the Sea? Golden and red above it The clouds float gorgeously. ’And fain it would stoop downward
Allah gives light in darkness, Allah gives rest in pain, Cheeks that are white with weeping Allah paints red again. The flowers and the blossoms withe…