The Red Lily (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
I CALL her the Red Lily. Lo! she standsFrom all her milder sister flowers apart;A conscious grace in those fair-folded ...
I CALL her the Red Lily. Lo! she standsFrom all her milder sister flowers apart;A conscious grace in those fair-folded ...
'Tis Christmas night! the snow,A flock unnumbered lies:The old Judean stars aglow,Keep watch within the skies.An icy stillness holdsThe pulses ...
WRITTEN FOR THE 22 OF AUGUST 1834-THE BERKSHIRE JUBILEE. Darkness upon the mountain and the vale- Forest and ...
This is the song of the wind as it cameTossing the flags of the nations to flame: _I am ...
THE FIRST SNOW MOUNTAIN SEEN FROM A SUNNY HILL-SIDE, NEAR ROCCA PRIORI, IN THE AUTUMN OF 1846 Look, love, ...
"NOW England lessens on my sight; The bastioned front of Wales, Discolored and indefinite, There like a cloud-wreath ...
What is the end of each man's toil,Brother, O Brother?A handful of dust in a bit of soil—His name forgotten ...
Brother artist, help me; come!Artists are a maimed band:I have words but not a hand;Thou hast hands though thou art ...
A Cynic's Song.SOME men strut proudly, all purple and gold, Hiding queer deeds 'neath a cloak of good fame; I ...
O SOUL, that somewhere art my very kin, From dusk and silence unto thee I call! I know not where ...
(Written on the exhumation and reburial in Spain of the bones ofChristopher Columbus.) Once more upon the ocean's heaving ...
HIS Soul fared forth (as from the deep home-groveThe father-songster plies the hour-long quest),To feed his soul-brood hungering in the ...
God gave him passions, splendid as the sun,Meant for the lordliest purposes; a partOf nature's full and fertile mother heart,From ...
Swings the way still by hollow and hill, And all the world's a song; "She's far," it sings me, "but ...
I think if you had loved me when I wanted; If I'd looked up one day, and seen your eyes, ...
(Newdigate prize poem recited in the Sheldonian Theatre Oxford June 26th, 1878. To my friend George Fleming author of 'The ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
How baseless is the mightiest earthly pride, The diamond is but charcoal purified, The lordliest pearl that decks a monarch's ...
JANUARY HAIL, January, that bearest here On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year That weeps and trembles to be born. Hail, ...
(From the early Anglo-Saxon text) May I for my own self song's truth reckon, Journey's jargon, how I in harsh ...
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