#AmericanWriters #Epigram
Who love would seek, Let him love evermore And seldom speak: For in love’s domain Silence must reign;
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his litt… To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy—fl…
The course of my long life hath re… In fragile bark o’er a tempestuous… The common harbor, where must rend… Account of all the actions of the… The impassioned phantasy, that, va…
There was a time when I was very… When my whole frame was but an ell… Sweetly, as I recall it, tears do… And therefore I recall it with de… I sported in my tender mother’s ar…
O Hemlock tree! O hemlock tree! h… Green not alone in summer time, But in the winter’s frost and rime… O hemlock tree! O hemlock tree! h… O maiden fair! O maiden fair! how…
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;
Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed m… Have vanished quite away. Ye open the eastern windows,
When winter winds are piercing chi… And through the hawthorn blows the… With solemn feet I tread the hill… That overbrows the lonely vale. O’er the bare upland, and away
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, O’er the water pointing westward,
Tuscan, that wanderest through the… With thoughtful pace, and sad, maj… Stern thoughts and awful from thy… Like Farinata from his fiery tomb… Thy sacred song is like the trump…
Thus then, much care-worn, The son of Healfden Sorrowed evermore, Nor might the prudent hero His woes avert.
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not wher… For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air,
The sun is set; and in his latest… Yon little cloud of ashen gray and… Slowly upon the amber air unrolled… The falling mantle of the Prophet… From the dim headlands many a ligh…
EVEN as the Blessed, at the fina… Shall rise up quickened, each one… Wearing again the garments of the… So, upon that celestial chariot, A hundred rose ad vocem tanti seni…
I leave you, ye cold mountain chai… Dwelling of warriors stark and fro… You, may these eyes behold no more… Rave on the horizon of our plains. Vanish, ye frightful, gloomy views…