#AmericanWriters
(Tristia, Book III. Elegy X.) Should any one there in Rome reme… And, without me, my name still in… Tell him that under stars which ne… I am existing still, here in a bar…
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, O’er the water pointing westward,
Let him who will, by force or frau… Of courtly grandeurs gain the slip… I, leaving not the home of my deli… Far from the world and noise will… Then, without pomps or perils of t…
When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returne… 'T is sweet to visit the still woo… The first flower of the plain. I love the season well,
Saint Augustine! well hast thou s… That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of sham… All common things, each day’s even…
It was Einar Tamberskelver Stood beside the mast; From his yew-bow, tipped with silv… Flew the arrows fast; Aimed at Eric unavailing,
There was a time when I was very… When my whole frame was but an ell… Sweetly, as I recall it, tears do… And therefore I recall it with de… I sported in my tender mother’s ar…
I stood upon the hills, when heave… Was glorious with the sun’s return… And woods were brightened, and sof… Went forth to kiss the sun-clad va… The clouds were far beneath me; ba…
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewi… He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-… Vexed the village with disturbance… You shall hear of all his mischief…
Ye voices, that arose After the Evening’s close, And whispered to my restless heart… Go, breathe it in the ear Of all who doubt and fear,
O Hemlock tree! O hemlock tree! h… Green not alone in summer time, But in the winter’s frost and rime… O hemlock tree! O hemlock tree! h… O maiden fair! O maiden fair! how…
Eyes so tristful, eyes so tristful… Heart so full of care and cumber, I was lapped in rest and slumber, Ye have made me wakeful, wistful! In this life of labor endless
MANY a weary year had passed sin… When on the falling tide the freig… Bearing a nation, with all its hou… Exile without an end, and without… Far asunder, on separate coasts, t…
The guests were loud, the ale was… King Olaf feasted late and long; The hoary Scalds together sang; O’erhead the smoky rafters rang. Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsa…
The jolly skipper paused awhile, And then again began; ‘There is a Spectre Ship,’ quoth… ‘A ship of the Dead that sails th… And is called the Carmilhan.