#AmericanWriters #Epigram
At La Chaudeau,—'tis long since t… I was young,—my years twice ten; All things smiled on the happy boy… Dreams of love and songs of joy, Azure of heaven and wave below,
For thee was a house built Ere thou wast born, For thee was a mould meant Ere thou of mother camest. But it is not made ready,
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…
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senes… Et fugiunt freno non remorante die… Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. 'O Cæsar, we who are about to die Salute you! ' was the gladiators’…
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Froze the ice on lake and river, Ever deeper, deeper, deeper
Here lies the gentle humorist, who… In the bright Indian Summer of hi… A simple stone, with but a date an… Marks his secluded resting-place b… The river that he loved and glorif…
A vision as of crowded city street… With human life in endless overflo… Thunder of thoroughfares; trumpets… To battle; clamor, in obscure retr… Of sailors landed from their ancho…
When I compare What I have lost with what I have… What I have missed with what atta… Little room do I find for pride. I am aware
Christ to the young man said: ‘Ye… If thou wouldst perfect be, Sell all thou hast and give it to… And come and follow me!’ Within this temple Christ again,…
An angel with a radiant face, Above a cradle bent to look, Seemed his own image there to trac… As in the waters of a brook. ‘Dear child! who me resemblest so,…
All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low;
Ojibwa The owl,— Au The owl Au
The day is cold, and dark, and dre… It rains, and the wind is never we… The vine still clings to the mould… But at every gust the dead leaves… And the day is dark and dreary.
I pace the sounding sea—beach and… How the voluminous billows roll an… Upheaving and subsiding, while the… Shines through their sheeted emera… And the ninth wave, slow gathering…