#AmericanWriters
Often I think of the beautiful to… That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear… And my youth comes back to me.
When descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm—wind of the equinox, Landward in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges,
A garden; morning;_ PRINCE H… book_. ELSIE, _at a distance, ga… _Prince Henry (reading)._ One mor… Out of his convent of gray stone, Into the forest older, darker, gra…
I have read, in some old, marvello… Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres p… Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau’s rushing strea…
As a fond mother, when the day is… Leads by the hand her little child… Half willing, half reluctant to be… And leave his broken playthings on… Still gazing at them through the o…
The rocky ledge runs far into the… And on its outer point, some miles… The Lighthouse lifts its massive… A pillar of fire by night, of clou… Even at this distance I can see t…
Tuscan, that wanderest through the… With thoughtful pace, and sad, maj… Stern thoughts and awful from thy… Like Farinata from his fiery tomb… Thy sacred song is like the trump…
When winter winds are piercing chi… And through the hawthorn blows the… With solemn feet I tread the hill… That overbrows the lonely vale. O’er the bare upland, and away
When first in ancient time, from… The tuneful anthem filled the morn… To sacred hymnings and elysian son… His music-breathing sehll the mins… Devotion breathed aloud from every…
The young Endymion sleeps Endymio… The shepherd—boy whose tale was le… The solemn grove uplifts its shiel… To the red rising moon, and loud a… The nightingale is singing from th…
‘Strike the sails!’ King Olaf sai… ‘Never shall men of mine take flig… Never away from battle I fled, Never away from my foes! Let God dispose
An old man in a lodge within a par… The chamber walls depicted all aro… With portraitures of huntsman, haw… And the hurt deer. He listeneth t… Whose song comes with the sunshine…
THE WORKSHOP OF HEPHAES… HEPHAESTUS (standing before t… Not fashioned out of gold, like H… Nor forged of iron like the thunde… Of Zeus omnipotent, or other work…
Under Mount Etna he lies, It is slumber, it is not death; For he struggles at times to arise… And above him the lurid skies Are hot with his fiery breath.
‘Nunc plaudite!’ the Student crie… When he had finished; 'now applaud… As Roman actors used to say At the conclusion of a play;? And rose, and spread his hands abr…