#AmericanWriters #Epigram
Spake full well, in language quain… One who dwelleth by the castled R… When he called the flowers, so blu… Stars, that in earth’s firmament d… Stars they are, wherein we read ou…
We sat within the farm—house old, Whose windows, looking o’er the ba… Gave to the sea—breeze damp and co… An easy entrance, night and day. Not far away we saw the port,
Ojibwa The owl,— Au The owl Au
‘E venni dal martirio a questa pac… These words the poet heard in Par… Uttered by one who, bravely dying… In the true faith was living in th… Where the celestial cross of sacri…
Leafless are the trees; their purp… Spread themselves abroad, like ree… Rising silent In the Red Sea of the winter suns… From the hundred chimneys of the v…
Once into a quiet village, Without haste and without heed, In the golden prime of morning, Strayed the poet’s wingéd steed. It was Autumn, and incessant
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.
And now, behold! as at the approac… Through the gross vapors, Mars gr… Down in the west upon the ocean fl… Appeared to me,—may I again behol… A light along the sea, so swiftly…
On St. Bavon’s tower, commanding Half of Flanders, his domain, Charles the Emperor once was stan… While beneath him on the landing Stood Duke Alva and his train.
By yon still river, where the wave Is winding slow at evening’s close… The beech, upon a nameless grave, Its sadly—moving shadow throws. O’er the fair woods the sun looks…
‘A soldier of the Union mustered… Is the inscription on an unknown g… At Newport News, beside the salt—… Nameless and dateless; sentinel or… Shot down in skirmish, or disastro…
From the outskirts of the town Where of old the mile—stone stood, Now a stranger, looking down I behold the shadowy crown Of the dark and haunted wood.
Filled is Life’s goblet to the br… And though my eyes with tears are… I see its sparkling bubbles swim, And chant a melancholy hymn With solemn voice and slow.
Of Prometheus, how undaunted On Olympus’ shining bastions His audacious foot he planted, Myths are told and songs are chant… Full of promptings and suggestions…
One day, Haroun Al Raschid read A book wherein the poet said:— “Where are the kings, and where th… Of those who once the world posses… ”They’re gone with all their pomp…