#AmericanWriters
Shepherd! who with thine amorous s… Hast broken the slumber that encom… Who mad’st thy crook from the accu… On which thy powerful arms were st… Lead me to mercy’s ever-flowing fo…
PRINCE HENRY _and_ ELSIE,… horseback._ _Elsie._ Onward and onward the hi… to the distant city, impatiently b… Tidings of human joy and disaster,…
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited.
Have you read in the Talmud of ol… In the Legends the Rabbins have t… Of the limitless realms of the air… Have you read it,—the marvellous s… Of Sandalphon, the Angel of Glor…
Loud the anngy wind was wailing As King Olaf’s ships came sailing Northward out of Drontheim haven To the mouth of Salten Fiord. Though the flying sea-spray drench…
Mr. Finney had a turnip, And it grew, and it grew, And it grew behind the barn, And the turnip did no harm. And it grew, and it grew,
A wind came up out of the sea, And said, ‘O mists, make room for… It hailed the ships, and cried, ‘… Ye mariners, the night is gone.’ And hurried landward far away,
All praised the Legend more or le… Some liked the moral, some the ver… Some thought it better, and some w… Than other legends of the past; Until, with ill-concealed distress
I heard the bells on Christmas Da… Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to me…
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 fifty years ago In the pleasant month of May, In the beautiful Pays de Vaud, A child in its cradle lay. And Nature, the old nurse, took
I leave you, ye cold mountain chai… Dwelling of warriors stark and fro… You, may these eyes behold no more… Rave on the horizon of our plains. Vanish, ye frightful, gloomy views…
Thus then, much care-worn, The son of Healfden Sorrowed evermore, Nor might the prudent hero His woes avert.
Nine sisters, beautiful in form an… Came from their convent on the shi… Of Pierus, the mountain of deligh… To dwell among the people at its b… Then seemed the world to change.…
"O Cæsar, we who are about to die Salute you!" was the gladiators’ c… In the arena, standing face to fac… With death and with the Roman pop… O ye familiar scenes,—ye groves of…