#Americans
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow— You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream;
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed— But a waking dream of life and lig… Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day
OF my country and of my family I have little to say. Ill usage and length of years have driven me from the one, and estranged me from the other. Hereditary wealth afforded me an educati...
THE “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal —the redness and the horror of blood. There were ...
I have sent for thee, holy friar;… But ’twas not with the drunken hop… Which is but agony of desire To shun the fate, with which to co… Is more than crime may dare to dre…
THOU wast all that to me, love, For which my soul did pine: A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine All wreathed with fairy fruits and…
A wilder’d being from my birth My spirit spurn’d control, But now, abroad on the wide earth, Where wand’rest thou my soul? In visions of the dark night
The great problem is at length solved. The air, as well as the earth and the ocean, has been subdued by science, and will become a common and convenient highway for mankind. The Atl...
AT midnight, in the month of June… I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from out her golden rim, And, softly dripping, drop by drop…
MISERY is manifold. The wretchedness of earth is multiform. Overreaching the wide horizon as the rainbow, its hues are as various as the hues of that arch,—as distinct too, yet as intim...
The happiest day—the happiest hour My seared and blighted heart hath… The highest hope of pride and powe… I feel hath flown. Of power! said I? Yes! such I we…
’TWAS noontide of summer, And midtime of night, And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, through the light Of the brighter, cold moon.
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but new…
THE “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal—the redness and the horror of blood. There were s...
THE mental features discoursed of as the analytical, are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis. We appreciate them only in their effects. We know of them, among other thing...