#Americans
Pillared arch and sculptured tower Of Ilium have had their hour; The dust of many a king is blown On the winds from zone to zone; Many a warrior sleeps unknown.
I’ll not confer with Sorrow Till to-morrow; But Joy shall have her way This very day. Ho, eglantine and cresses
Thou singest by the gleaming isles… By woods, and fields of corn, Thou singest, and the sunlight smi… Upon my birthday morn. But I within a city, I,
While yet my lip was breathing you… I all too young to know their deep… I saw Medea and Phædra in Rache… Later I saw the great Elizabeth. Rachel, Ristori—we shall speak wi…
The soft new grass is creeping o’e… By the Potomac; and the crisp gro… Tilts its blue cup to catch the pa… The pine-cone ripens, and the long… Its tangled gonfalons above our br…
Touched with the delicate green of… Or later, when the rose uplifts he… The world hangs glittering in star… Fresh as a jewel found but yesterd… And yet ’tis very old; what tongue…
Sick of myself and all that keeps… Of the wide heavens away from me a… I climb this ledge, and by this wi… Lingering, watch the coming of the… ’Tis ever a new wonder to my sight…
Restless the Northern Bear amid h… Crouched by the Neva; menacing is… That sees the shadow of the Uhlan… On her clipped borders; struggling… Of wanton war lies Spain, and dea…
Not of desire alone is music born, Not till the Muse wills is our pa… Unsought she comes; if sought, but… Repaying thus our longing with her… Hence is it poets often are forlor…
Who is Lydia, pray, and who Is Hypatia? Softly, dear, Let me breathe it in your ear— They are you, and only you. And those other nameless two
“A MIDDLE-AGED LYRICAL POET IS SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING FINAL LEAVE OF THE MUSE OF COMEDY. SHE HAS BROUGHT HIM HIS HAT AND GLOVES, AND IS ABSTRACTEDLY PICKING A THREAD OF GOLD HAIR FROM HI...
Because the sky is blue; because b… Masks in the wren’s note and the l… Because—in fine, because the sky i… I will read none but piteous tales… Keep happy laughter till the skies…
Stand here and look, and softly dr… Lest the dread avalanche come cras… How many leagues away is yonder to… Set flower-wise in the valley? Fa… Out feet lies summer; here a realm…
Just as the moon was fading Amid her misty rings, And every stocking was stuffed With childhood’s precious things, Old Kriss Kringle looked around,
The first world-sound that fell up… Was that of the great winds along… Crushing the deep-sea beryl on the… The distant breakers’ sullen canno… Against the spires and gables of t…