#AmericanWriters #Epigram
I am the God Thor, I am the War God, I am the Thunderer! Here in my Northland, My fastness and fortress,
It was Einar Tamberskelver Stood beside the mast; From his yew-bow, tipped with silv… Flew the arrows fast; Aimed at Eric unavailing,
And then the blue-eyed Norseman t… A Saga of the days of old. ‘There is,’ said he, ‘a wondrous b… Of Legends in the old Norse tongu… Of the dead kings of Norroway,—
‘Build me straight, O worthy Mast… Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel… That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestl… The merchant’s word
Have I dreamed? or was it real, What I saw as in a vision, When to marches hymeneal In the land of the Ideal Moved my thought o’er Fields Elys…
PRINCE HENRY _and_ ELSIE,… horseback._ _Elsie._ Onward and onward the hi… to the distant city, impatiently b… Tidings of human joy and disaster,…
There is a quiet spirit in these w… That dwells where’er the gentle so… Where, underneath the white—thorn,… The wild flowers bloom, or, kissin… The leaves above their sunny palms…
For thee was a house built Ere thou wast born, For thee was a mould meant Ere thou of mother camest. But it is not made ready,
Night rests in beauty on Mont Alt… Beneath its shade the beauteous A… In vallombrosa’s bosom, and dark t… Bend with a calm and quiet shadow… Upon the beauty of that silent riv…
Gaddi mi fece; il Ponte Vecchio s… Cinquecent’ anni giásull’ Arno pi… Il piede, come il suo Michele San… Piantó sul draco. Mentre ch’ io r… Lo vedo torcere con flebil suono
Three miles extended around the fi… Valleys and mountains and hills, b… Birch woods crowned the summits, b… Flourished the golden corn, and ma… Lakes, full many in number, their…
As a pale phantom with a lamp Ascends some ruin’s haunted stair, So glides the moon along the damp Mysterious chambers of the air. Now hidden in cloud, and now revea…
The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village
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…
EVEN as the Blessed, at the fina… Shall rise up quickened, each one… Wearing again the garments of the… So, upon that celestial chariot, A hundred rose ad vocem tanti seni…