#Americans
A dark unfathom’d tide Of interminable pride— A mystery, and a dream, Should my early life seem; I say that dream was fraught
I never knew anyone so keenly alive to a joke as the king was. He seemed to live only for joking. To tell a good story of the joke kind, and to tell it well, was the surest road to ...
THE SKIES they were ashen and… The leaves they were crispëd and s… The leaves they were withering and… It was night in the lonesome Octo… Of my most immemorial year;
I AM come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion. Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence —w...
OF my country and of my family I have little to say. Ill usage and length of years have driven me from the one, and estranged me from the other. Hereditary wealth afforded me an educati...
The happiest day—the happiest hour My seared and blighted heart hath… The highest hope of pride and powe… I feel hath flown. Of power! said I? Yes! such I we…
“Con tal que las costumbres de un autor,” says Don Thomas de las Torres, in the preface to his “Amatory Poems” “sean puras y castas, importo muy poco que no sean igualmente severas sus ...
Of the history of Tamerlane little is known; and with that little, I have taken the full liberty of a poet.—That he was descended from the family of Zinghis Khan is more than probable—b...
In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the le… So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bo…
To the few who love me and whom I love—to those who feel rather than to those who think—to the dreamers and those who put faith in dreams as in the only realities—I offer this Book of T...
THE mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis. We appreciate them only in their effects. We know of them, among other thing...
For her this rhyme is penned, whos… Brightly expressive as the twins o… Shall find her own sweet name, tha… Upon the page, enwrapped from ever… Search narrowly the lines!—they ho…
In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant palace—reared its head. In the monarch Thought’s dominion…
AT midnight, in the month of June… I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And, softly dripping, drop by drop…
WHATEVER doubt may still envelop the rationale of mesmerism, its startling facts are now almost universally admitted. Of these latter, those who doubt, are your mere doubters by profess...