#Americans #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Within the soul are throned two po… One, Love; one, Hate. Begot of t… And veiled between, a presence tow… The shadowy keeper of the keys. With wild command or calm persuasi…
September On Cape Ann The partridge-berry flecks with fl… That leads to ferny hollows where… Drones on the aster. Far away the… Points its deep sapphire with a gl…
WHAT shall her silence keep Under the sun? Here, where the willows weep And waters run; Here, where she lies asleep,
How fancy romped and played here, Building this house of moss! A faery house, the shade here And sunlight gleam across; And how it danced and swayed here,
I have heard the wind on a winter’… When the snow-cold moon looked ici… My window’s flickering firelight, Where the frost his witchery drew: I have heard the wind on a winter’…
‘Trees,’ so he said and laid him l… At a great beech-tree’s root, ‘are… Upon their love it seems my life d… No dog or woman for me! Give me a… In winter saying, ’ Courage! hold…
Sunlight and shrill cicada and the… Slow, sleepy kissing of the sea an… And rumor of the wind. The mornin… A sullen face of fog that lifted s… Letting her eyes gleam through of…
Above the circus of the world she… Beautiful and base, a harlot crown… Fierce nations, upon whom she snee… Shrieked at her feet and for her p…
Out of it all but this remains: I was with one who crossed wide ch… Of the Cordilleras, whose peaks Lock in the wilds of Yucatan, Chiapas and Honduras. Weeks
In girandoles of gladioles The day had kindled flame; And Heaven a door of gold and pea… Unclosed when Morning, like a gir… A red rose twisted in a curl,
Small twilight singer Of dew and mist: thou ghost-gray,… Of dusk’s dim glimmer, How cool thy note sounds; how thy… Vibrate, soft-sighing,
Through ferns and moss the path wo… A hollow where the touchmenots Swung horns of honey filled with d… And where like foot-prints violets… And bluets made sweet sapphire blo…
I Stood upon a height and listene… The solemn psalmody of many pines, And with the sound I seemed to se… Of mountains rise, blue peak on cl… And hear the roar of torrents hurl…
‘T was Fiddledeedee who put to se… With a rollicking buccaneer Bumbl… An acorn-cup was their hollow boat A rakish craft was their acorn-boa… And their sail a butterfly’s wing;
An Oldham-County Weather Philoso… ‘Who is Corncob Jones?’ you say. Beateningest man and talkingest: Talk and talk th’ enduring day, Never even stop to rest,
