#AmericanWriters #Epigram
Blind Bartimeus at the gates Of Jericho in darkness waits; He hears the crowd;—he hears a bre… Say, “It is Christ of Nazareth!” And calls, in tones of agony,
JANUARY Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and… I count, as god of avenues and gat… The years that through my portals…
Where, from the eye of day, The dark and silent river Pursues through tangled woods a wa… O’er which the tall trees quiver; The silver mist, that breaks
Will then, Duperrier, thy sorrow… And shall the sad discourse Whispered within thy heart, by ten… Only augment its force? Thy daughter’s mournful fate, into…
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…
'What was the end? I am ashamed Not to remember Reynard’s fate; I have not read the book of late; Was he not hanged?' the Poet said… The Student gravely shook his hea…
Turn, turn, my wheel? Turn round… Without a pause, without a sound: So spins the flying world away! This clay, well mixed with marl an… Follows the motion of my hand;
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…
A fleet with flags arrayed Sailed from the port of Brest, And the Admiral’s ship displayed The signal: ‘Steer southwest.’ For this Admiral D’Anville
Whene’er a noble deed is wrought, Whene’er is spoken a noble thought… Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise. The tidal wave of deeper souls
In the convent of Drontheim, Alone in her chamber Knelt Astrid the Abbess, At midnight, adoring, Beseeching, entreating
And now along the horizon’s edge Mountains of cloud uprose, Black as with forests underneath, Above their sharp and jagged teeth Were white as drifted snows.
NOW had the season returned, when… And the retreating sun the sign of… Birds of passage sailed through th… Desolate northern bays to the shor… Harvests were gathered in; and wil…
Short of stature, large of limb, Burly face and russet beard, All the women stared at him, When in Iceland he appeared. ‘Look!’ they said,
“I heard the bells on Christmas D… Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good—will to me…