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 ...
If ever sea-maid, from her coral cave,Beneath the hum of the great surge, has lovedTo pass delighted from her green ...
HEAVY hearts, your jubileeDroops about the Christmas Tree.Sudden sighs cut off the laughter,For a haunting pain comes afterAll your gallant ...
I read the marble-lettered name, And half in bitterness I said,"As Dante from Ravenna came, Our poet came from exile-dead."And yet, had ...
A Whirl-Blast from behind the hillRushed o'er the wood with startling sound;Then--all at once the air was still,And showers of ...
The evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shotFar down into the valley's cold extreme,Untimely midnight; spire and roof and streamLike ...
Ah, Needwood! I, whose early voiceTaught thy shrill echoes to rejoice;I, who first pour'd the sylvan songThy glades, thy banks, ...
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gapLeft by the Holy Quest; and as he satIn hall at old ...
"Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's dayGave his broad lawns until the set of sunUp to the people: thither flocked ...
Oh she tripped over Ocknell plain,And down by Bradley Water;And the fairest maid on the forest sideWas Jane, the keeper's ...
The harvest moon was shinin'As Murtagh came from the fair,And Oh! The scent of the new-mown hayAnd the gorsebloom in ...
The days are sad, it is the Holy tide: The Winter morn is short, the Night is long;So let the ...
Some day, I think, there will be people enoughIn Froxfield to pick all the blackberriesOut of the hedges of Green ...
No gardener need go far to find The Christmas rose,The fairest of the flowers that mark ...
Pale beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day? When the ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
Sir Walter Vivian all a summer's day Gave his broad lawns until the set of sun Up to the people: ...
Some day, I think, there will be people enough In Froxfield to pick all the blackberries Out of the hedges ...
Tho' now no more the musing ear Delights to listen to the breeze That lingers o'er the green wood shade, ...
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