Frida And Her Poet (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
A BRAVE young poet born in days of Eld,Dwelt 'mid the frozen Northlands; he beheld,And wondering, sung the marvels of ...
A BRAVE young poet born in days of Eld,Dwelt 'mid the frozen Northlands; he beheld,And wondering, sung the marvels of ...
It is of Corca Dubhne she was, and she had her youth seven times over,and every man that had lived ...
COME quietly, Britain, all together, come!It is time!We have waited, weighed, and wonderedWho had blundered;Stared askance at one anotherAs our ...
Ha, ha, gods and kings; fill high, one and all;Drink, drink! shout and drink! mad respond to the call!Fill fast, and ...
MILICETE LEGEND OF THE OUANGONDE, OR RIVER ST. JOHN.Though the ebbing ocean listens To Ugonde's throbbing roar,Calm the conquering flood-tide glistens Where ...
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds, impatient flowers, beforethe winter had gone. Glimpses of the unseen comer reached yourwayside ...
Oh, a swan!Blooming in grace and power.Were you thrown out of the forest of reeds by PanTo flourish as a ...
The gray of the sea, and the gray of the sky, A glimpse of the moon like a half-closed eye. The gleam ...
Unstable monster, formless, vast, alone,How awful in thy giant impotence!Canst thou not-now-uprear that bulk immenseAnd make a captured continent thy ...
A MysteryHis face was sad; some shadow must have hungAbove his soul; its folds, now falling dark,Now almost bright; but ...
1--IWhen the South sang like a nightingaleAbove a bower in May,The training of Love's vine of flameWas writ in laws, ...
In his great cushioned chair by the fenderAn old man sits dreaming to-night,His withered hands, licked by the tender,Warm rays ...
I attach no importance to lifeI pin not the least of life's butterflies to importanceI do not matter to lifeBut ...
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, Big with wrecked promise and ...
I gave her a rose in early June,Fed with the sun and the dew,Each petal I said is a note ...
My dreams are of the Sea.All night the living waters steppedStately and steadily. All night the windConducted them. With forehead ...
LILE bonnie calf I hand-reared When t' white cow wur taken away,Thoo followed me round our fold-yard Like a puppy ...
1 FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! ...
Tired of waiting, you burst your bonds, impatient flowers, before the winter had gone. Glimpses of the unseen comer reached ...
We first saw fire on the tragic slopes Where the flood-tide of France's early gain, Big with wrecked promise and ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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