#AmericanWriters
Here is the place; right over the… Runs the path I took; You can see the gap in the old wal… And the stepping-stones in the sha… There is the house, with the gate…
THE Quaker of the olden time! How calm and firm and true, Unspotted by its wrong and crime, He walked the dark earth through. The lust of power, the love of gai…
MEN of the North-land! where’s t… Of the true-hearted and the unshac… Sons of old freemen, do we but inh… Their names alone? Is the old Pilgrim spirit quenche…
From the Mahabharata. Before the Ender comes, whose cha… Is swift or slow Disease, lay up… Thy harvests of well-doing, wealth… Nor thieves can take away. When a…
The Persian’s flowery gifts, the… Of fruitful Ceres, charm no more; The woven wreaths of oak and pine Are dust along the Isthmian shore… But beauty hath its homage still,
‘ALL ready?’ cried the captain; ‘Ay, ay!’ the seamen said; ‘Heave up the worthless lubbers, ’… The dying and the dead.' Up from the slave-ship’s prison
AS they who, tossing midst the st… While turning shoreward, where a b… Meet the walled blackness of the h… So, on the turbulent waves of part… In gloom and tempest, men have see…
Long since, a dream of heaven I h… And still the vision haunts me oft… I see the saints in white robes cl… The martyrs with their palms aloft… But hearing still, in middle song,
Sunlight upon Judha’s hills! And on the waves of Galilee; On Jordan’s stream, and on the ri… That feed the dead and sleeping se… Most freshly from the green wood s…
Oh, dwarfed and wronged, and stain… Behold! thou art a woman still! And, by that sacred name and dear, I bid thy better self appear. Still, through thy foul disguise,…
O’er the bare woods, whose outstre… Plead with the leaden heavens in v… I see, beyond the valley lands, The sea’s long level dim with rain… Around me all things, stark and du…
A bending staff I would not break… A feeble faith I would not shake, Nor even rashly pluck away The error which some truth may sta… Whose loss might leave the soul wi…
The day is closing dark and cold, With roaring blast and sleety show… And through the dusk the lilacs we… The bloom of snow, instead of flow… I turn me from the gloom without,
Still, as of old, in Beavor’s Val… O man of God! our hope and faith The Elements and Stars assail, And the awed spirit holds its brea… Blown over by a wind of death.
To the God of all sure mercies le… From the scoffer and the cruel He… Yes, he who cooled the furnace aro… And tamed the Chaldean lions, hat… Last night I saw the sunset melt…