#Americans
What heartache—ne’er a hill! Inexorable, vapid, vague and chill The drear sand-levels drain my spi… With one poor word they tell me al… Whereat their stupid tongues, to t…
In the heart of the Hills of Life… Two springs that with unbroken flo… Forever pour their lucent streams Into my soul’s far Lake of Dreams… Not larger than two eyes, they lie
What time I paced, at pleasant mo… A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report of Dian’s lustiho… Far down a heavenly hollow.
Life swelleth in a whitening wave, And dasheth thee and me apart. I sweep out seaward:— be thou brav… And reach the shore, Sweetheart. Beat back the backward-thrusting s…
Sail fast, sail fast, Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams… Sweep lordly o’er the drowned Pas… Fly glittering through the sun’s s… Sail fast, sail fast.
Look where a three-point star shal… Into the slumb’rous tissue of some… Till his bright self o’er his brig… Fulfillment dropping on a come-tru… So in this night of art thy soul d…
‘If life were caught by a clarione… And a wild heart, throbbing in the… Should thrill its joy and trill it… And utter its heart in every deed, ’Then would this breathing clarion…
From the German of Herder. All faintly through my soul to-day… As from a bell that far away Is tinkled by some frolic fay, Floateth a lovely chiming.
Oft as I hear thee, wrapt in heav… The massive message of Beethoven… With thy ten fingers to the people… As if ten tongues told news of hea… Gazing on thee, I mark that not a…
Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlis… Beethoven zeigst, und seinem Will… Mit den zehn Fingern fuehrst der… Zehn Zungen sagen was der Meister… Schauend dich an, ich seh’, dass n…
‘Opinion, let me alone: I am not… Prim Creed, with categoric point,… To feature me my Lord by rule and… Thou canst not measure Mistress N… Not one sweet inch: nay, if thy si…
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock and together aga…
or, The First Steamboat up the A… You, Dinah! Come and set me whar… De Lord, HE made dese black-jack… Umph, dar! De Lord have mussy on… It 'pear to me dis mornin’ I kin…
By the Eldest Grandson. A rainbow span of fifty years, Painted upon a cloud of tears, In blue for hopes and red for fear… Finds end in a golden hour to-day.
At midnight, death’s and truth’s u… When far within the spirit’s heari… The great soft rumble of the cours… A bulk of silence in a mask of sou… When darkness clears our vision th…