#AmericanWriters
I stood upon the hills, when heave… Was glorious with the sun’s return… And woods were brightened, and sof… Went forth to kiss the sun—clad va… The clouds were far beneath me; ba…
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senes… Et fugiunt freno non remorante die… Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. 'O Cæsar, we who are about to die Salute you! ' was the gladiators’…
When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returne… 'T is sweet to visit the still woo… The first flower of the plain. I love the season well,
A gentle boy, with soft and silken… A dreamy boy, with brown and tende… A castle-builder, with his wooden… And towers that touch imaginary sk… A fearless rider on his father’s k…
Black shadows fall From the lindens tall, That lift aloft their massive wall Against the southern sky; And from the realms
With favoring winds, o’er sunlit s… We sailed for the Hesperides, The land where golden apples grow; But that, ah! that was long ago. How far, since then, the ocean str…
'Twas Pentecost, the Feast of Gl… When woods and fields put off all… Thus began the King and spake: So from the halls Of ancient Hofburgh’s walls,
When first in ancient time, from… The tuneful anthem filled the morn… To sacred hymnings and elysian son… His music-breathing sehll the mins… Devotion breathed aloud from every…
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his litt… To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy—fl…
And then the blue-eyed Norseman t… A Saga of the days of old. ‘There is,’ said he, ‘a wondrous b… Of Legends in the old Norse tongu… Of the dead kings of Norroway,—
No sound of wheels or hoof—beat br… The silence of the summer day, As by the loveliest of all lakes I while the idle hours away. I pace the leafy colonnade,
In the Old Colony days, in Plymo… To and fro in a room of his simple… Clad in doublet and hose, and boot… Strode, with a martial air, Miles… Buried in thought he seemed, with…
Sir Oluf he rideth over the plain… Full seven miles broad and seven m… But never, ah never, can meet with… A tilt with him dare ride. He saw under the hill-side
‘Signor Luigi,’ said the Jew, When the Sicilian’s tale was told… ‘The were-wolf is a legend old, But the were-ass is something new, And yet for one I think it true.
A vision as of crowded city street… With human life in endless overflo… Thunder of thoroughfares; trumpets… To battle; clamor, in obscure retr… Of sailors landed from their ancho…
