#AmericanWriters #Epigram
At The Consecration Of Pulaski’… When the dying flame of day Through the chancel shot its ray, Far the glimmering tapers shed Faint light on the cowléd head;
King Christian stood by the lofty… In mist and smoke; His sword was hammering so fast, Through Gothic helm and brain it… Then sank each hostile hulk and ma…
The battle is fought and won By King Ladislaus, the Hun, In fire of hell and death’s frost, On the day of Pentecost. And in rout before his path
Garlands upon his grave And flowers upon his hearse, And to the tender heart and brave The tribute of this verse. His was the troubled life,
This is the Arsenal. From floor… Like a huge organ, rise the burnis… But front their silent pipes no an… Startles the villages with strange… Ah! what a sound will rise, how wi…
I heard the bells on Christmas Da… Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to me…
Into the Silent Land! Ah! who shall lead us thither? Clouds in the evening sky more dar… And shattered wrecks lie thicker o… Who leads us with a gentle hand
We sat within the farm—house old, Whose windows, looking o’er the ba… Gave to the sea—breeze damp and co… An easy entrance, night and day. Not far away we saw the port,
Bell! thou soundest merrily, When the bridal party To the church doth hie! Bell! thou soundest solemnly. When, on Sabbath morning,
Thus then, much care—worn, The son of Healfden Sorrowed evermore, Nor might the prudent hero His woes avert.
I heard the trailing garments of t… Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed… From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell…
Who love would seek, Let him love evermore And seldom speak: For in love’s domain Silence must reign;
(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…
In the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud and sweetly blended, Low at times and loud at times,
IN that delightful land, which is… Guarding in sylvan shades the name… Stands on the banks of its beautif… There all the air is balm, and the… And the streets still re-echo the…