#AmericanWriters #Epigram
Each heart has its haunted chamber… Where the silent moonlight falls! On the floor are mysterious footst… There are whispers along the walls… And mine at times is haunted
Spring is coming, birds are twitte… And the loosened torrents downward… Glowing like the cheek of Freya,… And in human hearts awaken love of… Now will hunt the ancient monarch,…
Rabbi Ben Levi, on the Sabbath,… A volume of the Law, in which it… ‘No man shall look upon my face an… And as he read, he prayed that Go… His faithful servant grace with mo…
One summer morning, when the sun w… Weary with labor in his garden-plo… On a rude bench beneath his cottag… Ser Federigo sat among the leaves Of a huge vine, that, with its arm…
The Landlord ended thus his tale, Then rising took down from its nai… The sword that hung there, dim wit… And cleaving to its sheath with ru… And said, ‘This sword was in the…
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,
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…
The sea awoke at midnight from its… And round the pebbly beaches far a… I heard the first wave of the risi… Rush onward with uninterrupted swe… A voice out of the silence of the…
It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old. Birds are darting through the air,
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by… With banners, by great gales inces… Brighter than brightest silks of… And stately oxen harnessed to thy… Thou standest, like imperial Char…
Among the many lives that I have… None I remember more serene and s… More rounded in itself and more co… Than his, who lies beneath this fu… These pines, that murmur in low mo…
Sweet the memory is to me Of a land beyond the sea, Where the waves and mountains meet… Where amid her mulberry—trees Sits Amalfi in the heat,
How much of my young heart, O Spa… Went out to thee in days of yore! What dreams romantic filled my bra… And summoned back to life again The Paladins of Charlemagne,
Othere, the old sea—captain, Who dwelt in Helgoland, To King Alfred, the Lover of Tru… Brought a snow—white walrus—tooth, Which he held in his brown right h…
If thou art sleeping, maiden, Awake, and open thy door: 'Tis the break of day, and we must… O’er meadow, and mount, and moor. Wait not to find thy slippers,