Our Martrys (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
This, the last of Mr. Whittier's poems, was written but a few weeks before his death.Among the thousands who with ...
Chicago, October 9,1871.GAUNT in the midst of the prairie,She who was once so fair;Charred and rent are her garments,Heavy and ...
Yes, for him the victor,Sing but low, sing low!A soft, sad, miserere chaunt,For a soul about to go!Mrs. Hemans.GO to ...
(For Fr. C. L. O'Donnell)The interlacing treesArise in Gothic traceries,As if a vast cathedral deep and dim;And through the solemn ...
WITHOUT the squares of misted pane,I saw the wan autumnal rain,And heard, o'er tufts of churchyard ...
Heretics all, whoever you may be,In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea,You never shall have good words from me.Caritas ...
They ask me to sing them a Christmas song That with musical mirth shall ring;How know I that the world's ...
D'VAS near de state of Nashfille, In de town of Tennessee, Der Breitmann vonce vas quarderd Mit all his cavallrie. ...
It was the morning season of the year; It was the morning era of the land;The watercourses rang full loud ...
Hear me, Brother, gently met;Just a little, turn, not yet,Thou shalt laugh, and soon forget:Now the midnight draweth near.I have ...
I.THE NOVICE.IT is near morning. Ere the next night fall I shall be made the bride of heaven. Then home ...
Ridicula nuper cymba, sicut meus est mos, Flumineas propter salices et murmura Cami, Multa movens mecum, fumo inspirante, iacebam. Illic ...
Evil sped the battle playOn the Pope Calixtus' day;Mighty war-smiths, thanes and lords,In Senlac slept the sleep of swords.Harold Earl, ...
Gone is now the boast of power,Strength to strike our foes again,God of battles in this hourGive us strength to ...
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
Heretics all, whoever you may be, In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea, You never shall have good words ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
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