#Americans
It is the Harvest Moon! On gilde… And roofs of villages, on woodland… And their aerial neighborhoods of… Deserted, on the curtained window-… Of rooms where children sleep, on…
Where, from the eye of day, The dark and silent river Pursues through tangled woods a wa… O’er which the tall trees quiver; The silver mist, that breaks
Love, love, what wilt thou with th… Naught see I fixed or sure in the… I do not know thee,—nor what deeds… Love, love, what wilt thou with th… Naught see I fixed or sure in the…
All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low;
O gift of God! O perfect day: Whereon shall no man work, but pla… Whereon it is enough for me, Not to be doing, but to be! Through every fibre of my brain,
DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR M… 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.
An old man in a lodge within a par… The chamber walls depicted all aro… With portraitures of huntsman, haw… And the hurt deer. He listeneth t… Whose song comes with the sunshine…
All praised the Legend more or le… Some liked the moral, some the ver… Some thought it better, and some w… Than other legends of the past; Until, with ill-concealed distress
Now from all King Olaf’s farms His men-at-arms Gathered on the Eve of Easter; To his house at Angvalds-ness Fast they press,
Gaddi mi fece; il Ponte Vecchio s… Cinquecent’ anni giásull’ Arno pi… Il piede, come il suo Michele San… Piantó sul draco. Mentre ch’ io r… Lo vedo torcere con flebil suono
One day, Haroun Al Raschid read A book wherein the poet said:— “Where are the kings, and where th… Of those who once the world posses… ”They’re gone with all their pomp…
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,
Thus then, much care—worn, The son of Healfden Sorrowed evermore, Nor might the prudent hero His woes avert.
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
Bell! thou soundest merrily, When the bridal party To the church doth hie! Bell! thou soundest solemnly. When, on Sabbath morning,