#AmericanWriters #Epigram
IT was the month of May. Far dow… Past the Ohio shore and past the… Into the golden stream of the broa… Floated a cumbrous boat, that was… It was a band of exiles: a raft, a…
Pentecost, day of rejoicing, had c… Gleaming stood in the morning’s sh… Decked with a brazen cock, the fri… Glanced like the tongues of fire,… Clear was the heaven and blue, and…
TRAVELLER Why dost thou wildly rush and roar… Mad River, O Mad River? Wilt thou not pause and cease to p… Thy hurrying, headlong waters o’er
Simon Danz has come home again, From cruising about with his bucca… He has singed the beard of the Ki… And carried away the Dean of Jaen And sold him in Algiers.
Of Edenhall, the youthful Lord Bids sound the festal trumpet’s ca… He rises at the banquet board, And cries, ‘mid the drunken revell… ’Now bring me the Luck of Edenhal…
Of Prometheus, how undaunted On Olympus’ shining bastions His audacious foot he planted, Myths are told and songs are chant… Full of promptings and suggestions…
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…
Loud the anngy wind was wailing As King Olaf’s ships came sailing Northward out of Drontheim haven To the mouth of Salten Fiord. Though the flying sea-spray drench…
(Canto XXIII.) Even as a bird, ‘mid the beloved l… Quiet upon the nest of her sweet b… Throughout the night, that hideth… Who, that she may behold their lon…
Soon as the story reached its end, One, over eager to commend, Crowned it with injudicious praise… And then the voice of blame found… And fanned the embers of dissent
Something the heart must have to c… Must love and joy and sorrow learn… Something with passion clasp, or p… And in itself to ashes burn. So to this child my heart is cling…
Oft have I seen at some cathedral… A laborer, pausing in the dust and… Lay down his burden, and with reve… Enter, and cross himself, and on t… Kneel to repeat his paternoster o’…
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to low… Comes a pause in the day’s occupat… That is known as the Children’s H… I hear in the chamber above me
Come, old friend! sit down and lis… From the pitcher, placed between u… How the waters laugh and glisten In the head of old Silenus! Old Silenus, bloated, drunken,
On King Olaf’s bridal night Shines the moon with tender light, And across the chamber streams Its tide of dreams. At the fatal midnight hour,