The Silken Shoe (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
THE firelight danced and waveredIn elvish, twinkling gleeOn the leaves and crimson berriesOf the great green Christmas Tree;And the children ...
THE firelight danced and waveredIn elvish, twinkling gleeOn the leaves and crimson berriesOf the great green Christmas Tree;And the children ...
Is the pathway dark and dreary? God's in His heaven!Are you broken, heart-sick, weary? God's in His heaven!Dreariest roads shall have an ...
O WEARY winds! O winds that wail!O'er desert fields and ice-locked rills!O heavens that brood so cold and paleAbove the ...
O CHRISTIAN soldier! shouldst thou rueLife and its toils, as others do--Wear a sad frown from day to day,And garb ...
ROOTED in soil dull as a dead man's eye,Dank with decay, yon ghastly oak aspires,As if in mockery, to the ...
Nor is a thankful strain from me not due To you, ye company of cherished flowers, That look upon, throughout the weary ...
SEPTEMBER 7 1862On the seventh of September, in this dreariest of years,Darkness covers Naples, and the cloud must break in ...
A Microcosm In Terza RimaI.Quiet I lay at last, and knew no moreWhether I breathed or not, so worn I ...
THE FROST-FIEND.Lemminkainen, reckless minstrel,Handsome hero, Kaukomieli,Hastens as the dawn is breaking,At the dawning of the morning,To the resting-place of vessels,To ...
I.Willie speaks.Is it wrong, the wish to be great,For I do wish it so?I have asked already my sister Kate;She ...
Laura! a sunrise seems to break Where'er thy happy looks may glow.Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek,Thy tears themselves ...
Poet.Beautiful silver-winged spirits of good,That hide in the leaves of the loneliest wood;Green-kirtled fairies whom none may seeBut the soul ...
A GOTHIC BALLAD. MOURNING muse, record a ditty,Of two tender lovers dear:A heart of marble sure must pity,The woes of ...
For one short week I leave, with anxious heart,Source of my filial cares, the Full of Days,Lur'd by the promise ...
A river went singing adown to the sea, A-singing -- low -- singing -- And the dim rippling river ...
The weariest watch must sometime end,The dreariest Winter must one day close,And under the cover that wraps the earthSleeps the ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
I think that look of Christ might seem to say-- 'Thou Peter ! art thou then a common stone Which ...
Laura! a sunrise seems to break Where'er thy happy looks may glow. Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek, Thy ...
(With apologies to the singer of the "Song of the Banjo".) I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone; ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
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