The Battle Of King’s Mountain (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
OFTTIMES an old man's yesterdays o'er his frail vision pass,Dim as the twilight tints that touch a dusk-enshrouded glass;But, ah! ...
OFTTIMES an old man's yesterdays o'er his frail vision pass,Dim as the twilight tints that touch a dusk-enshrouded glass;But, ah! ...
EPODE 1a.I stood within the City disinterred;And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfallsOf spirits passing through the streets; and ...
'OH! hide me from the sun! I loath the sight!I cannot bear his bright, obtrusive ray:Nought is so dreadful to ...
INot yet hast Thou soundedThy clangorous music,Whose strings are under the mountains…Not yet hast Thou spokenThe blooded, implacable Word…But I ...
I WALKED the ancient graveyard's ample round,Yet found therein not one illustrious nameWedded by Death to Fame.The sea-winds moaned by ...
Who comes to England not to learn The love for her his fathers bore, Breathing her air, can still return ...
Where were you yesterday? In Gulistan,With roses and the frenzied nightingales?Rather would I believe you shining ranWith peaceful floods, where ...
you did not know you were AfrikaWhen you set out for Afrikayou did not know you were going.Becauseyou did not ...
AND Ishmael crouched beside a crackling briarBlinded with sand, and maddened by his thirst,A derelict, though he know not why ...
Steadfastness! Steadfastness!No gift is so precious.The waters of the day may become troubled,And the lightnings of the wrath of sorrowMay ...
Seven days accomplished,--unto Pharaoh's court The sons of Amram went; by Voice Divine Commanded; and, in presence of the king, ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
In the chaos and chatter the dissonant voices calling, leading us in many directions Enlightened by grace seeing God's purpose ...
They were quite a pair clash of cultures within these proud Quebecois each speaking a language I don't share with ...
Song (Act V, scene i) And this place our forefathers made for man ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Come melancholy Moralizer--come! Gather with me the dark and wintry wreath; With me engarland now The SEPULCHRE OF TIME! Come ...
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness ...
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