#AmericanWriters
Of all the rides since the birth o… Told in story or sung in rhyme, - On Apuleius’ Golden Ass, Or one-eyed Calendar’s horse of b… Witch astride of a human back,
KNOW’ST thou, O slave-cursed la… How, when the Chian’s cup of guil… Was full to overflow, there came God’s justice in the sword of flam… That, red with slaughter to its hi…
'Neath skies that winter never kne… The air was full of light and balm… And warm and soft the Gulf wind b… Through orange bloom and groves of… A stranger from the frozen North,
Who, looking backward from his man… Sees not the spectre of his misspe… And, through the shade Of funeral cypress planted thick b… Hears no reproachful whisper on th…
UP, laggards of Freedom! ' our… To the blaze of the sun and the wi… Will ye turn from a struggle so br… From a foe that is breaking, a fie… Whoso loves not his kind, and who…
Talk not of sad November, when a… Of warm, glad sunshine fills the s… And a wind, borrowed from some mor… Stirs the brown grasses and the le… On the unfrosted pool the pillared…
O Mother State! the winds of Mar… Blew chill o’er Auburn’s Field of… Where, slow, beneath a leaden arch Of sky, thy mourning children trod… And now, with all thy woods in lea…
TO A YOUNG PHYSICIAN,… HEALING THE SICK. So stood of old the holy Christ Amidst the suffering throng; With whom His lightest touch suff…
They hear Thee not, O God! nor s… Beneath Thy rod they mock at Thee… The princes of our ancient line Lie drunken with Assyrian wine; The priests around Thy altar spea…
A MOONY breadth of virgin face, By thought unviolated; A patient mouth, to take from scor… The hook with bank-notes baited! Its self-complacent sleekness show…
On the wide lawn the snow lay deep… Ridged o’er with many a drifted… The wind that through the pine-tre… The naked elm-boughs tossed and sw… While, through the window, frosty-…
A PIOUS magistrate! sound his p… The wondering churches. Who shall… That the long-wished millennium dr… Sin in high places has become devo… Tithes mint, goes painful-faced, a…
The Eagle, stooping from yon snow… For the wild hunter and the Bison… In the changed world below; and fi… Their graven semblance in the eter…
Our vales are sweet with fern and… Our hills are maple-crowned; But not from them our fathers chos… The village burying-ground. The dreariest spot in all the land
Where Time the measure of his hou… By changeful bud and blossom keeps… And, like a young bride crowned wi… Fair Shiraz in her garden sleeps; Where, to her poet’s turban stone,