The Mountain Of The Lovers (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
I.LOVE scorns degrees! the low he lifteth high,The high he draweth down to that fair plainWhereon, in his divine equality,Two ...
I.LOVE scorns degrees! the low he lifteth high,The high he draweth down to that fair plainWhereon, in his divine equality,Two ...
When ich Dich liebe was geht es Dich an?I.THE air is full of the peal of bells,The rhythmical pealing of ...
I.SHE stood against the Orient sun,Her face inscrutable for light;A myriad larks in unisonSang o'er her, soaring out of sight.A ...
AN INCIDENT AT WASHINGTON.A woman once made her escape from the slave-prison, which stands midway between the Capitol and the ...
The lily-bells ring underground, Their music small I hearWhen globes of dew that shine pearl round Hang in the cowslip's earAnd all ...
I charge you, O winds of the West, O winds with the wings of the dove,That ye blow o'er the ...
WITH Mary, ere dawn, in the garden,I stand at the tomb of the Lord;I share in her sorrowing wonder;I hear ...
It matters not what be thy lot, So Love doth guide; For storm or shine, pure peace is thine, Whate'er betide. And of these ...
Eastwards through busy streets I lingered on;Jostled by anxious crowds, who, heart and brain,Were so absorbed in dreams of Mammon-gain,That ...
1.LORD, what I once had done with youthful might,Had I been from the first true to the truth,Grant me, now ...
Lo, in the sanctuaried East,Day, a dedicated priestIn all his robes pontifical exprest,Lifteth slowly, lifteth sweetly,From out its Orient tabernacle ...
Alone on the hill of stormsThe voice of the wind shrieks through the mountain.The torrent rushes down the rocks.Red are ...
(Of my Brother's infant Son, February 21, 1839.)I.THERE is a sound of laughter light and gay, And hurried welcomes, as ...
True love is lowly as the wayside flower,That springeth up beneath the traveller's tread,And lifteth trustfully its lovely head,Content to ...
The pale, the cold, and the moony smile Which the meteor beam of a starless night Sheds on a lonely ...
It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his ...
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