#Americans
AH, happy time! when music bound… Two kindred souls that ne’er were… When in the porch, beneath the sum… Our supper o’er, our school-boy le… While other lads were at some bois…
A Moorish Ballad IN Grenada reigned Mohammed, Sixth who bore the name was he; But the rightful king, Prince You… Pined in long captivity:
HOW grand he would have stood, ha… The needless coronet he donned, as… Its gilt could heighten his proud… But downward he has stepped, a sea… Not with the lords of that imperia…
‘NAUGHT but the fittest lives,’… Ring on the northern breeze of tho… ‘To Nature’s heart the strong are… The weak must pass unloved, unsoug… And yet in undertones a voice
SHALL that bright flower the cou… And travailed to bring forth—shall… Whose bloom and fragrance earth an… Their treasuries to enrich, by dea… Its matchless splendor trampled do…
YET what were love, and what were… And what were life, bereft of Poe… Who lingers in a garden where the… By no rich beds of fragrant flower… A homely vegetable patch where nau…
A Broadway Lyric SHE sits by the side of a turbule… That rushes and rolls forever Up and down like a weary dream In the trance of a burning fever.
Phoebus Apollo, from Olympus driv… Lived at Admetus, tending herds a… And strolling o’er the pastures an… He found his life much duller than… For he had left his bow, his songs…
I MET one in the Land of Sleep Who seemed a friend long known and… I woke. That friend I could not k… For him I never knew. Yet there was one in life’s young…
IN the fragrant bright June morni… Down the marble doorsteps loiters,… O’er the green sward through the g… Throws away an old bouquet, and wo… Then returning through the garden,…
ALL honor to that keen Promethea… Who caught the prismic hues of Jo… And from the glances of the dædal… And from the fiery sun, the secret… That all are parts of one primeval…
OF love that was, of friendship i… Of youth long gone, yet oft rememb… And seen like distant landscapes f… Clothed in a garment of aërial haz… What need to sing? Yet real is ea…
IN the beautiful Castleton Islan… Embowered in gardens and lawns, lo… In the light of a morning in summe… Its turrets and glittering roof fl… There, pillowed in woods, it blink…
Oh, that I could sinne once see! We paint the devil foul, yet he Hath some good in him, all agree. Sinne is flat opposite to the Alm… It wants the good of virtue, and o…
GRAY-HEADED POETS, whom the… With life and health and chance st… To hold your forward course—fame a… Close at your side; Who easier won your bays because t…
