My Study (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
THIS is my world! within these narrow walls,I own a princely service. The hot careAnd tumult of our frenzied life ...
THIS is my world! within these narrow walls,I own a princely service. The hot careAnd tumult of our frenzied life ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
Heroes of elder days! untaught to yield,Who bled for Spain on many an ancient field;Ye, that around the oaken cross ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Lonely and still are now thy marble halls,Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er;And with the murmur of thy ...
WHEN on the West broke light from out the East, Then from the splendour and the shame of ...
Voice of the gifted elder time!Voice of the charm and the Runic rhyme!Speak! from the shades and the depths disclose,How ...
Farewell, farewell! Before our prow Leaps in white foam the noisy channel,A tourist's cap is on my brow, My legs ...
Fall'n was the House of Giafar; and its name,The high romantic name of Barmecide,A sound forbidden on its own bright ...
For the past three days she had been wandering, and following.She followed the people.She followed the events.She seemed to be ...
HOW Memory haunts us! When we fain would be Alone and free, Uninterrupted by his mournful words, Faint, indistinct, as ...
Thou art no lingerer in monarch's hall,A joy thou art, and a wealth to all!A bearer of hope unto land ...
Eternal autumn gilds the trees whereonan ardent twilight lengthens endlessly.In a warm strong wind the leaves whirl on and onwhile ...
Be my companion under cool arcades That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square Beyond whose flowers and palm-tree promenades ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
When one of them passed through the market place of Seleucia, toward the hour that night falls as a tall ...
Dawn's my Mr Right, already Cocks have crowed, birds flown from nests, The neon lights of Leeds last night still ...
Be my companion under cool arcades That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square Beyond whose flowers and palm-tree promenades ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! ...
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