To my mother (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
LIKE streamlets to a silent sea,These songs with varied motionFlow from bright fancy's uplands free,To Lethe's clouded ocean;They lapse in ...
LIKE streamlets to a silent sea,These songs with varied motionFlow from bright fancy's uplands free,To Lethe's clouded ocean;They lapse in ...
Yon motley, sable-suited throng, that waitAround the poor man's door, announce a taleOf wo; the husband, parent, is no more.Contending ...
He sleeps in peace! Death's cold eclipseHis radiant eyes hath shrouded o'er,And slander's poison, from the lipsOf woman, on his ...
An exile captive, severed from his home,Torn from the friends he loved in life's sweet spring;Heart-broken toils, while still his ...
Remember, friend,Each harsh word spokenMay descendOn poor, heart-brokenWretch, whose roadWould be the brighter,If his heavy loadWere lighter.Perhaps you,Upon the morrow,May ...
I HAVE a garden,-weeds paradise call it;The moles hold the paths in fee;The wild creepers raveO'er the flowers' grave,O'er box-row ...
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of freshstreams,When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of ...
NOW seated secure round this bright cheery fire,A ditty from me why so earnest require?A tale full of horrors, you ...
Then trim the lights, my strange, strange child,And let the fagots glow;For more of these mysterious thingsI fear, yet long, ...
'Twas in the sultry summer-time, as war's red records show, When patriot armies rose to meet a fratricidal foe;When from ...
The blossoms hang again upon the tree, As when with their sweet breath they greeted me Against my ...
'Whose heart was breaking for a little love.'Downstairs I laugh, I sport and jest with all; But in my solitary ...
Dedicated to: William W. BrownFrom the crack of the rifle and baying of hound,Takes the poor panting bondman his flight;His ...
One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,—"Dear little one, I love thee well, Be ever ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
One night a tiny dewdrop fell Into the bosom of a rose,-- "Dear little one, I love thee well, Be ...
Weep not, weep not, She is not dead; She's resting in the bosom of Jesus. Heart-broken husband--weep no more; Grief-stricken ...
There never was a mood of mine, Gay or heart-broken, luminous or dull, But you could ease me of its ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
O dear little cabin, I've loved you so long, And now I must bid you good-bye! I've filled you with ...
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools. Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with ...
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