#AmericanWriters
Through seas of dreams and seas of… Through seas of solitudes and vaca… And through my Self, the deepest… I strive to thee, Nirvana. Oh long ago the billow-flow of sen…
‘To heal his heart of long-time pa… One day Prince Love for to travel… With Ministers Mind and Sense. ’Now what to thee most strange may… Quoth Mind and Sense. ‘All thing…
Between Dawn and Sunrise. Were silver pink, and had a soul, Which soul were shy, which shyness… A visible influence be, and roll Through heaven and earth—’twere th…
Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlis… Beethoven zeigst, und seinem Will… Mit den zehn Fingern fuehrst der… Zehn Zungen sagen was der Meister… Schauend dich an, ich seh’, dass n…
Death, thou’rt a cordial old and r… Look how compounded, with what car… Time got his wrinkles reaping thee Sweet herbs from all antiquity. David to thy distillage went,
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chi… Complain no more; for these, O he… Direct the random of the will As rhymes direct the rage of art. The lute’s fixt fret, that runs at…
O Age that half believ’st thou ha… Half doubt’st the substance of thi… And, half perceiving that thou hal… Stand’st at thy temple door, heart… Lo! while thy heart’s within, help…
Light rain-drops fall and wrinkle… Then vanish, and die utterly. One would not know that rain-drops… If the round sea-wrinkles did not… So souls come down and wrinkle lif…
For ever wave, for ever float and… Before my yearning eyes, oh! dream… Wherein I dreamed that time was l… A creeping rose, that clomb a heig… Out of the sea of Birth, all fill…
Joust First. Bright shone the lists, blue bent… And the knights still hurried amai… To the tournament under the ladies… Where the jousters were Heart and…
To range, deep-wrapt, along a heav… O’erseeing all that man but unders… To loiter down lone alleys of deli… And hear the beating of the hearts… And think the thoughts that lilies…
Over the monstrous shambling sea, Over the Caliban sea, Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingeres… Oh wait, oh wait, in the warm red… Thy Prospero I’ll be.
‘Spring-germs, spring-germs, I charge you by your life, go back… This glebe is sick, this wind is f… Stay: feed the worms. ’Oh! every clod
From the German of Heine. In the far North stands a Pine-tr… Upon a wintry height; It sleeps: around it snows have t… A covering of white.
or, The First Steamboat up the A… You, Dinah! Come and set me whar… De Lord, HE made dese black-jack… Umph, dar! De Lord have mussy on… It 'pear to me dis mornin’ I kin…