Horizons (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
I LOVE to gaze along the horizon's verge--To strain my sight where steeped in golden-grayThe sun-illumined vapors gently surge,To melt ...
I LOVE to gaze along the horizon's verge--To strain my sight where steeped in golden-grayThe sun-illumined vapors gently surge,To melt ...
Put out my eyes, and I can see you still,Slam my ears to, and I can hear you yet;And without ...
Round Rajagriha five fair hills arose,Guarding King Bimbas?ra's sylvan town:Baibh?ra green with lemon-grass and palms;Bipulla, at whose foot thin SarsutiSteals ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
The Representation.ARGUMENT. Mundus Opes, Animam Coelum, Terramque resumpsit Terra: DEUS, Vitam cum tulit, Ipse dedit. Solus Amor facit esse DEUM; ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
IOne fairest of the ripe unwedded leftHer shadow on the Sage's path; he found,By common signs, that she had done ...
Fort Dearborn is a strong and goodly place,And o'er the frontier looks with valiant faceTo greet the hostile tread of ...
Kuprianov and his dear lady Natasha after walking those swinish guests to the door prepare for bed.kuprianovsaid, taking off his ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood,Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Bottomless pits. There's on in Castleton, and stout upholders of our law and order one day thought its depth worth ...
Can I not sin, but thou wilt be My private protonotary? Can I not woo thee, to pass by A ...
You say I love not, 'cause I do not play Still with your curls, and kiss the time away. You ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
Grief is a Mouse -- And chooses Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House -- And baffles quest -- ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
Here, down between the dusty trees, At this lank edge of haggard wood, Women with labour-loosened knees, With gaunt backs ...
SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee? Or ...
from Atalanta in Calydon When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or ...
Take it away, and swallow it yourself. Ha! Look you, there's a rat. Last night there were a dozen on ...
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