Songs Of The Imprisoned Naiad (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
"WOE! woe is me! the centuries pass away,The mortal seasons run their ceaseless rounds,While here I wither for the sunbright ...
"WOE! woe is me! the centuries pass away,The mortal seasons run their ceaseless rounds,While here I wither for the sunbright ...
"A HORSE amongst ten thousand! on the verge,The extremest verge of equine life he stands;Yet mark his action, as those ...
I HAD a vision at that mystic hour,When in the ebon garden of the Night,Blooms the Cimmerian flowerOf doubt and ...
ONE morning I said to my wife,Near the time when the heavens are rifeWith the Equinoctial strife,"Arabella, the weather looks ...
LITTLE Bob Bonnyface went out one dayInto his father's fields to play;Twas a morn undarkened by mist or cloud,With the ...
I CANNOT tell when first I saw her face;Was it athwart a sunset on the sea,When the huge billows heaved ...
A BRAVE young poet born in days of Eld,Dwelt 'mid the frozen Northlands; he beheld,And wondering, sung the marvels of ...
HUGH FALCON learned this happy truth one day;('Twas a fair noontide in the month of May)--When, as the chaplain of ...
A LEGEND OF 1516.WHAT time o'er gory lands and threatening seasFair fortune, wearied, fled the Genoese--What time from many a ...
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, ...
AND where he sat beneath the mystic stars,Nigh the twin founts of Immortality,That feed fair channels of the Stream of ...
To the memory of Henry TimrodThe same majestic pine is lifted highAgainst the twilight sky,The same low, melancholy music grievesAmid ...
THE maimed and broken warrior lay,By his last foeman brought to bay.No sounds of battlefield were there--The drum's deep bass, ...
WHEN the war-drums beat and the trumpets blare,When banners flaunt in the stormy air,When at thought of the deeds that ...
YOUR face, my boy, when six months old,We propped you laughing in a chair,And the sun-artist caught the goldWhich rippled ...
ONCE in a land of balm and flowers,Of rich fruit-laden trees,Where the wild wreaths from jasmine bowersTrail o'er Floridian seas;We ...
To Richard Henry Stoddard(In reply to his poem called "Wishing and Having.")"Perhaps it will all come right at last;It may ...
DEAD! dead! in sooth his marbled brow is cold,And prostrate lies that brave, majestic head;True! his stilled features own death's ...
I AM sitting alone and weary,By the hearth of my darkened room,And the low wind's miserere,Makes sadder the midnight gloom."There's ...
LAND of my father's love, my father's race,How long must I in weary exile sighTo meet thee, O my empress, ...
To J.A.D.HERE, at the sweetest hour of this sweet day,Here in the calmest woodland haunt I know,Benignant thoughts around my ...
ALONG the woods the whispering night-airs swoon,A single bird-note dies adown the trees,Clear, pallid, mournful, droops the summer moon,Dipped in ...
CAN it be that the glory of manhood has passed,That its purpose, its passion, its might,Have all paled with the ...
O! tenderly beautiful, beyond compare,Flushed from pale pink to deepest rosebud hue--Nurslings of tranquil sunshine and mild air,Of shadowless dawn, ...
YOU think he sings a gladsome song!Ah, well, he sings! but only seeHow oft on glossy neck and breastHis bright ...
SMALL epicurean, would to heaven that ICould borrow your lithe body and swift wingTo speed, a lightning atom through the ...
A widower muses over the likeness of his dead wife.THE face, the beautiful face,In its living flush and glow,The perfect ...
HER step is soft as a fay's footfall,And her eyes are wonderful founts of blue;But I've seen that small foot ...
O SPIRIT! at whose wafts of chilling breathAutumn unbinds her zone, to rest in death;Touched by whose blight the light ...
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