#AmericanWriters
‘All hail!’ the bells of Christma… ‘All hail!’ the monks at Christma… The merry monks who kept with chee… The gladdest day of all their year… But still apart, unmoved thereat,
‘I do believe, and yet, in grief, I pray for help to unbelief; For needful strength aside to lay The daily cumberings of my way. ’I 'm sick at heart of craft and c…
SCARCE had the solemn Sabbath-b… Ceased quivering in the steeple, Scarce had the parson to his desk Walked stately through his people, When down the summer-shaded street
Through Thy clear spaces, Lord, o… Formless and void the dead earth r… Deaf to Thy heaven’s sweet music,… To the great lights which o’er it… No sound, no ray, no warmth, no br…
THE day’s sharp strife is ended n… Our work is done, God knoweth how… As on the thronged, unrestful town The patience of the moon looks dow… I wait to hear, beside the wire,
WITH COPIES OF THE A… Friend of mine! whose lot was cast With me in the distant past; Where, like shadows flitting fast, Fact and fancy, thought and theme,
FAR from his close and noisome ce… By grassy lane and sunny stream, Blown clover field and strawberry… And green and meadow freshness, fe… The footsteps of his dream.
“As the Spirits of Darkness be stronger in the dark, so Good Spirits, which be Angels of Light, are augmented not only by the Divine lightof the Sun, but also by our common Wood Fire: a...
IN the solemn days of old, Two men met in Boston town, One a tradesman frank and bold, One a preacher of renown. Cried the last, in bitter tone:
Ere down yon blue Carpathian hill… The sun shall sink again, Farewell to life and all its ills, Farewell to cell and chain! These prison shades are dark and c…
GREYSTONE, AUG. 4, 1886. Once more, O all-adjusting Death! The nation’s Pantheon opens wide; Once more a common sorrow saith A strong, wise man has died.
The firmament breaks up. In black… Light after light goes out. One e… Luridly glaring through the smoke… As in the dream of the Apocalypse… Drags others down. Let us not wea…
BENEATH the low-hung night clou… That raked her splintering mast The good ship settled slowly, The cruel leak gained fast. Over the awful ocean
Gallery of sacred pictures manifol… A minster rich in holy effigies, And bearing on entablature and fri… The hieroglyphic oracles of old. Along its transept aureoled martyr…
The circle is broken, one seat is… One bud from the tree of our frien… One heart from among us no longer… With joy in our gladness, or grief… Weep! lonely and lowly are slumber…