#AmericanWriters
How has New England’s romance fle… Even as a vision of the morning! Its rites foredone, its guardians… Its priestesses, bereft of dread, Waking the veriest urchin’s scorni…
WELL speed thy mission, bold Ico… Yet all unworthy of its trust thou… If, with dry eye, and cold, unlovi… Thou tread’st the solemn Pantheon… By the great Future’s dazzling ho…
A CHRISTIAN! going, gone! Who bids for God’s own image? for… Which that poor victim of the mark… Hath in her suffering won? My God! can such things be?
Tritemius of Herbipolis, one day, While kneeling at the altar’s foot… Alone with God, as was his pious… Heard from without a miserable voi… A sound which seemed of all sad th…
When first I saw our banner wave Above the nation’s council-hall, I heard beneath its marble wall The clanking fetters of the slave! In the foul market-place I stood,
I LOVE the old melodious lays Which softly melt the ages through… The songs of Spenser’s golden d… Arcadian Sidney’s silvery phras… Sprinkling our noon of time with f…
Gone hath the Spring, with all it… And gone the Summer’s pomp and sh… And Autumn, in his leafless bower… Is waiting for the Winter’s snow. I said to Earth, so cold and gray…
UNDER the great hill sloping bar… To cove and meadow and Common lot… In his council chamber and oaken c… Sat the worshipful Governor Endic… A grave, strong man, who knew no p…
BY fire and cloud, across the des… And through the parted waves, From their long bondage, with an o… God led the Hebrew slaves! Dead as the letter of the Pentate…
IT was late in mild October, and… Had left the summer harvest-fields… The first sharp frosts had fallen,… With the hues of summer’s rainbow,… Through a thin, dry mist, that mor…
HURRAH! the seaward breezes Sweep down the bay amain; Heave up, my lads, the anchor! Run up the sail again! Leave to the lubber landsmen
WHERE are we going? where are we… Where are we going, Rubee? Lord of peoples, lord of lands, Look across these shining sands, Through the furnace of the noon,
As a guest who may not stay Long and sad farewells to say Glides with smiling face away, Of the sweetness and the zest Of thy happy life possessed
THEY sat in silent watchfulness The sacred cypress-tree about, And, from beneath old wrinkled bro… Their failing eyes looked out. Gray Age and Sickness waiting the…
As o’er his furrowed fields which… Beneath a coldly dropping sky, Yet chill with winter’s melted sno… The husbandman goes forth to sow, Thus, Freedom, on the bitter blas…