#AmericanWriters #Epigram
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater craft in fishing, Not for triumphs in the battle,
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
Olger the Dane and Desiderio, King of the Lombards, on a lofty… Stood gazing northward o’er the ro… League after league of harvests, t… Of the snow-crested Alps, and saw…
A handful of red sand, from the ho… Of Arab deserts brought, Within this glass becomes the spy… The minister of Thought. How many weary centuries has it be…
Half of my life is gone, and I ha… The years slip from me and have no… The aspiration of my youth, to bui… Some tower of song with lofty para… Not indolence, nor pleasure, nor t…
Well pleased all listened to the t… That drew, the Student said, its… And marrow from the ancient myth Of some one with an iron flail; Or that portentous Man of Brass
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,
When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flo… And the dry leaves strew the path; With the falling of the snow, With the cawing of the crow,
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,
The jolly skipper paused awhile, And then again began; ‘There is a Spectre Ship,’ quoth… ‘A ship of the Dead that sails th… And is called the Carmilhan.
Loke sat and thought, till his dar… With joy at the deed he’d done; When Sif looked into the crystal… Her courage was wellnigh gone. For never again her soft amber hai…
Ye voices, that arose After the Evening’s close, And whispered to my restless heart… Go, breathe it in the ear Of all who doubt and fear,
Of Prometheus, how undaunted On Olympus’ shining bastions His audacious foot he planted, Myths are told and songs are chant… Full of promptings and suggestions…
There is a quiet spirit in these w… That dwells where’er the gentle so… Where, underneath the white-thorn,… The wild flowers bloom, or, kissin… The leaves above their sunny palms…
“As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys hi… Though she draws him, yet she foll… Useless each without the other!”