#AmericanWriters
The shadows round the inland sea Are deepening into night; Slow up the slopes of Ossipee They chase the lessening light. Tired of the long day’s blinding h…
In that black forest, where, when… With a snake’s stillness glides th… Darkly from sunset to the rising s… A cry, as of the pained heart of t… The long, despairing moan of solit…
The threads our hands in blindness… No self-determined plan weaves in; The shuttle of the unseen powers Works out a pattern not as ours. Ah! small the choice of him who si…
The elder folks shook hands at las… Down seat by seat the signal passe… To simple ways like ours unused, Half solemnized and half amused, With long-drawn breath and shrug,…
FOR the fairest maid in Hampton They needed not to search, Who saw young Anna favor Come walking into church,— Or bringing from the meadows,
Poor and inadequate the shadow-pla… Of gain and loss, of waking and of… Against life’s solemn background n… At this late hour. Yet, not untha… I call to mind the fountains by th…
LAST week ' the Lord be praise… To His unworthy servant! ' I ar… Safe at the Mission, via Westport… I tarried over night, to aid in fo… A Vigilance Committee, to send ba…
THANK God for rest, where none… And none can make afraid; For Peace that sits as Plenty’s g… Beneath the homestead shade! Bring pike and gun, the sword’s re…
Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still
O Mother State! the winds of Mar… Blew chill o’er Auburn’s Field of… Where, slow, beneath a leaden arch Of sky, thy mourning children trod… And now, with all thy woods in lea…
Sad Mayflower! watched by winter… And nursed by winter gales, With petals of the sleeted spars, And leaves of frozen sails! What had she in those dreary hours…
Not on Penobscot’s wooded bank th… Of the sought City rose, nor yet… The winding Charles, nor where th… Of Naumkeag’s haven rises and ret… The vision tarried; but somewhere…
WITH a cold and wintry noon-ligh… On its roofs and steeples shed, Shadows weaving with t e sunlight From the gray sky overhead, Broadly, vaguely, all around me, l…
A railway conductor who lost his l… railway, May 9, 1873. CONDUCTOR BRADLEY, (always… Be said with reverence!) as the sw… Smitten to death, a crushed and ma…
O storied vale of Merrimac Rejoice through all thy shade and… And from his century’s sleep call… A brave and honored son of thine. Unveil his effigy between