From The Conspirator (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
SCENE..CATHARINE.Art thou prepared to risk ...
SCENE..CATHARINE.Art thou prepared to risk ...
Light of triumph in her eyes,Eleanor her apron ties;As she pushes back her sleeves,High resolve her bosom heaves.Hasten, cook! impel ...
Thus you the sad catastrophe have seen,Occasioned by a mistress and a queen.Queen Eleanor the proud was French, they say;But ...
Come home with me a little spaceAnd browse about our ancient place,Lay by your wonted troubles hereAnd have a turn ...
When Hesper shows his rosiate lamp of love, High in yon lofty arch of dewy blue;When gentle dews distilling from above, Sparkle ...
I.ONCE more the people meet, With glad expectant faces: once again The fair young monarch and her lovely train, With ...
Mary,the Christ long slain,passed silently, Following the children joyous astir Under the cedrus ...
December 10: 1282Llanyis on Irfon, thine oaks in the drearRed eve of December are wind-swept and sere,Where a king by ...
ALONG the still cold plain o'erhead,In pale embattled crowds,The stars their tents of darkness spread,And camped among the clouds;Cinctured with ...
I met a wizened woman As I walked on the heath, She had an old black bonnet Her small eyes ...
The snow is lying very deep.My house is sheltered from the blast.I hear each muffled step outside,I hear each voice ...
(For Eleanor Rogers Cox) For blows on the fort of evil That never shows a breach, For terrible life-long races ...
What could be dafter Than John Skelton's laughter? What sound more tenderly Than his pretty poetry? So where to rank ...
Their elderly voices, these matriarchs rich with memory, with love warm, living words remembering the saints in their lives dear ...
In some ways, he is standing on their shoulders, fulfilling their dreams, his dream made real, in this moment this ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
The speaker in this case is a middle-aged witch, me- tangled on my two great arms, my face in a ...
Calmly we walk through this April's day, Metropolitan poetry here and there, In the park sit pauper and rentier, The ...
[This is the hymn to Eleanor, daughter of Mab and a golden drone, sung by the Locust choir when the ...
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