Not Dead (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Around this lovely valley riseThe purple hills of Paradise.O, softly on yon banks of haze,Her rosy face the Summer lays!Becalmed ...
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 ...
I SERVED in a great cause:Long had I doubted the call I heard, wantoning the seasons dead;The opportune days were ...
A VISION OF CHRISTMAS EVE, 1878.AS here within I watch the fervid coals,While the chill heavens without shine wanly white,I ...
With thy rugged, ice-girt shore,Draped in everlasting snow,Thou'rt enthroned a queen.Crown of moss and lichen grey,Frosted o'er with ocean spray,All ...
A sailor that rides the ocean wave,And I in my room at home:Where are the seas I fear to brave,Or ...
Gentle as a maiden's dream,Softly as the gliding stream,Falls the glittering, sparkling snow.With its wealth of crystal pearls—Shining, pure-white coronals,With ...
Once on a time I used to dreamStrange spirits moved about my way,And I might catch a vagrant gleam,A glint ...
IN the deep hollow of this sheltered dellI hear the rude winds chant their giant stavesFar, far beyond me, where ...
I LAY in dusky solitude reclined,The shadow of sleep just hovering o'er mine eyes,When from the cloudland in the western ...
Day is dying! Float, o song,Down the westward river,Requiem chanting to the Day,Day, the mighty giver!Pierced by shafts of Time ...
1The air falls chill;The whippoorwillPipes lonesomely behind the Hill:The dusk grows dense,The silence tense;And lo, the katydids commence. 2Through shadowy riftsOf ...
SURELY, dame Nature made you in some dream Of old-world women--Chriemhild, or bright Aslauga, or Boadicea fierce and fair, Or ...
Methinks there's a geniusRoams in the mountains,Girdled with ivyAnd robed in wisteria,Lips ever smiling,Of noble demeanour,Driving the yellow pard,Tiger-attended,Couched in ...
Wearily stretches the sand to the surge, and the surge to the cloudland;Wearily onward I ride, watching the water alone.Not ...
Thou wanderest in the land of dreams,O man of many songs!To thee what is, but looks and seems;No realm to ...
What instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, ...
THEY have taken the ball of earth and made it a little thing. They were held to the land and ...
TARRY thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight's glory: Gay are the hills with song: earth's faery children leave More ...
From the Past and Unavailing Out of cloudland we are steering: After groping, after fearing, Into starlight we come trailing, ...
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