#Americans
The little cousin is dead, by foul… A green bough from Virginia’s age… And none of the county kin like th… Nor some of the world of outer dar… A boy not beautiful, nor good, nor…
I entered dutiful, God knows, The room in which I was to sit With dreary unbelieving books. It was surprising, I suppose, To find such happy change in it:
Procne, Philomela, and Itylus, Your names are liquid, your improb… Is recited in the classic numbers… Ah, but our numbers are not felici… It goes not liquidly for us!
There was such speed in her little… And such lightness in her footfall… It is no wonder her brown study A… Her wars were bruited in our high… We looked among orchard trees and…
I know a quite religious man Who utters praises when he can. Now I find God in bard and book, In school and temple, bird and bro… But he says God is sweetest of al…
JANE SNEED BEGAN IT: My p… Ten years ago, pretty it was in a… To run as boys and girls do in the… At that time, leap and hollo and s… Came easily to pass.
I sat in a friendly company And wagged my wicked tongue so wel… My friends were listening close to… The wickedest tales that I could… For many a fond youth waits, I sa…
THE toughest carcass in the town Fell sick at last and took to bed, And on that bed God waited him With cool, cool hands for his fran… And while the fever did its dance
Conrad, Conrad, aren’t you old To sit so late in your mouldy gard… And I think Conrad knows it well, Nursing his knees, too rheumy and… To warm the wraith of a Forest of…
Who will wed the Dowager’s younge… The Captain? filled with ale? He moored his expected boat to a s… And stumbled on sea-legs into the… Only to be seduced by her lady-in-…
A GREAT green spread of meadow… (Must rest his weight on an ample… A secret water moving on, A clean blue air for his breathing… A pair of willows bending down
Twirling your blue skirts, travell… Under the towers of your seminary, Go listen to your teachers old and… Without believing a word. Tie the white fillets then about y…
WHEN hurrying home on a rainy ni… And hearing tree-tops rubbed and t… And seeing never a friendly star And feeling your way when paths ar… Stop fast and turn three times aro…
HE feigned a fine indifference To be so prodigal of light, Knowing his piteous twisted things Would lose the crooked marks of sp… When only moonbeams fit the dusk
Captain Carpenter rose up in his… Put on his pistols and went riding… But had got wellnigh nowhere at th… Till he fell in with ladies in a r… It was a pretty lady and all her t…