#AmericanWriters #Epigram
Bell! thou soundest merrily, When the bridal party To the church doth hie! Bell! thou soundest solemnly. When, on Sabbath morning,
One Autumn night, in Sudbury town… Across the meadows bare and brown, The windows of the wayside inn Gleamed red with fire-light throug… Of woodbine, hanging from the eave…
The jolly skipper paused awhile, And then again began; ‘There is a Spectre Ship,’ quoth… ‘A ship of the Dead that sails th… And is called the Carmilhan.
As the dim twilight shrouds The mountain’s purple crest, And Summer’s white and folded clo… Are glowing in the west, Loud shouts come up the rocky dell…
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…
There is a quiet spirit in these w… That dwells where’er the gentle so… Where, underneath the white—thorn,… The wild flowers bloom, or, kissin… The leaves above their sunny palms…
Sadly as some old mediaeval knight Gazed at the arms he could no long… The sword two-handed and the shini… Suspended in the hall, and full in… While secret longings for the lost…
Listen, my children, and you shall… Of the midnight ride of Paul Reve… On the eighteenth of April, in Se… Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and…
Into the Silent Land! Ah! who shall lead us thither? Clouds in the evening sky more dar… And shattered wrecks lie thicker o… Who leads us with a gentle hand
At Drontheim, Olaf the King Heard the bells of Yule-tide ring… As he sat in his banquet-hall, Drinking the nut-brown ale, With his bearded Berserks hale
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of St… Sail on, O Union, strong and grea… Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years… Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and tradition… With the odors of the forest With the dew and damp of meadows,
In the market-place of Bruges sta… Thrice consumed and thrice rebuild… As the summer morn was breaking, o… And the world through off the dark… Thick with towns and hamlets studd…
I have read, in some old, marvello… Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres p… Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau’s rushing strea…
God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth… That they might touch the hearts o… And bring them back to heaven agai… The first, a youth, with soul of f…
