The Stricken South To The North (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
WHEN ruthful time the South's memorial places--Her heroes' graves--had wreathed in grass and flowers;When Peace ethereal, crowned by all her ...
WHEN ruthful time the South's memorial places--Her heroes' graves--had wreathed in grass and flowers;When Peace ethereal, crowned by all her ...
THOSE are vulgar things we pay for, be they stones for crowns of kings;While the precious and the peerless are ...
I AM sitting alone and weary,By the hearth of my darkened room,And the low wind's miserere,Makes sadder the midnight gloom."There's ...
As we are men and Irishmen,Scorn ...
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!Quenched youth, and is that thy ...
Awake, my muse, ye goodly sights among,The land of Boone and Kenton claims my song.Thro' other scenes our lovers take ...
Like a flood river whirled at rocky banks,An army issues out of wilderness,With battle plucking round its ragged flanks;Obstruction in ...
Come! rouse ye brothers, rouse! a peal now breaks From lowest island to our gallant lakes: 'Tis summoning you, who ...
Fair Estelle.* * * * *Thy gentle nature, owns no sense, Estelle!Like that which Warriors feel when arrows rattle,Nor can ...
I. O YE in all the world who love true Song, Be gentle to the singers who uplift In innocent ...
Who flees the regions of the lower mind,Where these distempers breathe on every wind:Infectious dogmatisms, noxious hate,Old snarly spleen, and ...
Oh! Christian Love is a thing divine, And Charity saveth ten fold;But a Christian HATE is a thing as ...
He stands upon the city street, keen-eyed, and brown of face,He seems to bring a breath of air from some ...
ILeave the uproar: at a leapThou shalt strike a woodland path,Enter silence, not of sleep,Under shadows, not of wrath;Breath which ...
Loitering with a vacant eye Along the Grecian gallery, And brooding on my heavy ill, I met a statue standing ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
The brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great Order of the ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
On one occasion King James the Fifth of Scotland, when alone, in disguise, Near by the Bridge of Cramond met ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my ...
Well: Death is a huge omnivorous Toad Grim squatting on a twilight road. He catcheth all that Circumstance Hath tossed ...
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