#AmericanWriters #Epigram
All praised the Legend more or le… Some liked the moral, some the ver… Some thought it better, and some w… Than other legends of the past; Until, with ill-concealed distress
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,
STARS of the summer night! Far in yon azure deeps, Hide, hide your golden light! She sleeps! My lady sleeps!
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of St… Sail on, O Union, strong and grea… Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years… Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
Sweet faces, that from pictured ca… As from a castle window, looking d… On some gay pageant passing throug… Yourselves the fairest figures in… With what a gentle grace, with wha…
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…
Thou ancient oak! whose myriad lea… With sounds of unintelligible spee… Sounds as of surges on a shingly b… Or multitudinous murmurs of a crow… With some mysterious gift of tongu…
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,
The summer sun is sinking low; Only the tree-tops redden and glow… Only the weathercock on the spire Of the neighboring church is a fla… All is in shadow below.
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
The evening came; the golden vane A moment in the sunset glanced, Then darkened, and then gleamed ag… As from the east the moon advanced And touched it with a softer light…
When the summer harvest was gather… And the sheaf of the gleaner grew… And the ploughshare was in its fur… Where the stubble land had been la… An Indian hunter, with unstrung b…
Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one,
(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…
A cold, uninterrupted rain, That washed each southern window-p… And made a river of the road; A sea of mist that overflowed The house, the barns, the gilded v…