#AmericanWriters
There is peace in the swamp where… Where the waters are stagnant, the… Where the musk of Magnolia hangs… And the lilies’ phylacteries broad… There is peace in the swamp, thoug…
Dow’s Flat. That’s its name; And I reckon that you Are a stranger? The same? Well, I thought it was true,— For thar isn’t a man on the river…
(MASSACHUSETTS SHORE, 180… I mind it was but yesterday: The sun was dim, the air was chill… Below the town, below the hill, The sails of my son’s ship did fil…
‘Who comes?’ The sentry’s warning… Rings sharply on the evening air: Who comes? The challenge: no repl… Yet something motions there. A woman, by those graceful folds;
(NEW JERSEY, 1780) Here’s the spot. Look around you.… Lay the Hessians encamped. By tha… Stood the gaunt Jersey farmers. A… You may dig anywhere and you’ll tu…
It was the stage-driver’s story, a… wheelers, Quietly flecking his whip, and tur… While on the dusty road, and blent… We saw the long curl of his lash a…
Dear Dolly! who does not recall The thrilling page that pictured a… Those charms that held our sense i… Just as the artist caught her,— As down that English lane she tri…
This is the tale that the Chronic… Tells of the wonderful miracle Wrought by the pious Padre Serro, The very reverend Junipero. The heathen stood on his ancient m…
We know him well: no need of prais… Or bonfire from the windy hill To light to softer paths and ways The world-worn man we honor still. No need to quote the truths he spo…
‘The sky is clouded, the rocks are… The spray of the tempest is white… The winds are out with the waves a… And I shall not tempt the sea to-… ’The trail is narrow, the wood is…
Name of my heroine, simply ‘Rose;… Surname, tolerable only in prose; Habitat, Paris,—that is where She resided for change of air; Aetat twenty; complexion fair;
Sauntering hither on listless wing… Careless vagabond of the sea, Little thou heedest the surf that… The bar that thunders, the shale t… Give me to keep thy company.
It was the morning season of the y… It was the morning era of the land… The watercourses rang full loud an… Portala’s cross stood where Porta… Had planted it when Faith was tau…
Not ours, where battle smoke upcur… And battle dews lie wet, To meet the charge that treason hu… By sword and bayonet. Not ours to guide the fatal scythe
I read last night of the Grand Re… In Washington’s chiefest avenue,- Two hundred thousand men in blue, I think they said was the number,- Till I seemed to hear their tramp…