The Return Of Peace (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
I HAD a vision at that mystic hour,When in the ebon garden of the Night,Blooms the Cimmerian flowerOf doubt and ...
I HAD a vision at that mystic hour,When in the ebon garden of the Night,Blooms the Cimmerian flowerOf doubt and ...
A BRAVE young poet born in days of Eld,Dwelt 'mid the frozen Northlands; he beheld,And wondering, sung the marvels of ...
SCENE I.[The hall of a country house in Westmoreland, surrounded with portraits of the M. . . . family. Allan ...
WHEN last we parted--thy frail hand in mine--Above us smiled September's passionless sky,And touched by fragrant airs, the hillside pineThrilled ...
GLADLY I hail these solitudes, and breatheThe inspiring breath of the fresh woodland air,Most gladly to the past alone bequeathDoubt, ...
A.HOW bitterly you speak!B.I have good warrant.A.Well, for my part, I hold your creed is false.Uncharitable, monstrous! I have seenThe ...
OH, Blanche is a city lady,Bedecked in her silks and lace:She walks with the mien of a stately queen,And a ...
THOUGH dowered with instincts keen and high,With burning thoughts that wooed the light,The scornful world hath passed him by,And left ...
YEA! since the need is bitter,Take down those sacred bells,Whose music speaks of hallowed joys,And passionate farewells!But ere ye fall ...
O WEARY winds! O winds that wail!O'er desert fields and ice-locked rills!O heavens that brood so cold and paleAbove the ...
THIS is the place--I pray thee, friend,Leave me alone with that dread grief,Whose raven wings o'erarch the grave,Closed on a ...
SHE hath no beauty in her face,Unless the chastened sweetness thereAnd meek long-suffering yield a graceTo make her mournful features ...
I GRANT you that our fate is terrible,Bitter as gall. What then? Will lamentation,Childish complaint, everlasting wailings,Grief, groans, despair, help ...
I THINK, ofttimes, that lives of men may beLikened to wandering winds that come and go,Not knowing whence they rise, ...
"PITY her," say'st thou, "pity her!" nay, not I!Her heart is shallow as yon garrulous rillThat froths o'er pebbles: grief, ...
GRIEVOUS, in sooth, was luckless Sindbad's plight,Saddled with that foul monster of the sea;But who of some soul-harrowing weight is ...
WE might have been! ah, yes! we might have beenAmong the laurelled noblemen of thought,Who lift their species with them ...
Rise from your gory ashes stern and pale,Ye martyred thousands! and with dreadful ire,A voice of doom, a front of ...
Too oft the poet in elaborate verse,Flushed with quaint images and gorgeous tropes,Casteth a doubtful light, which is not hope's,On ...
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