Unveiled (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
I CANNOT tell when first I saw her face;Was it athwart a sunset on the sea,When the huge billows heaved ...
I CANNOT tell when first I saw her face;Was it athwart a sunset on the sea,When the huge billows heaved ...
How slowly glide the hours by, the minutes hours seem;Ah! can such misery be real, or is it but a ...
WELCOME, rippling sunshine!Welcome, joyous air!Like a demon shadowFlies the gaunt despair!Heaven, through heights of happy calm,Its heart of hearts uncloses,To ...
O LOVE, it is our wedding day!This morn,--how swift the seasons flee!--A virgin morn of cloudless May,You gave your loyal ...
ONCE in a land of balm and flowers,Of rich fruit-laden trees,Where the wild wreaths from jasmine bowersTrail o'er Floridian seas;We ...
A soldier boy lay dreamingIn his lonely prison cell,While the stars above were gleaming,And their lustre on him fell.His dreams ...
BEYOND our moss-grown pathway liesA dell so fair, to genial eyes,It dawns an ever-fresh surprise!To touch its charms with gentler ...
THE morn is softly beautiful and still,Its light fair clouds in pencilled gold and grayPause motionless above the pine-grown hill,Where ...
THE gusty and passionate March hath died;And now in the golden April-tideThere sits in the shade of her jasmine bowerA ...
I.WE roam the hills together,In the golden summer weather,Will and I:And the glowing sunbeams bless us,And the winds of heaven ...
MY cot was down by a cypress grove,And I sat by my window the whole night long,And heard well up ...
I am the month when rosesBloom brightest o'er the glade,I am the month when marriagesMost happily are made.Mine is the ...
SO deep this sylvan silence, strange and sweet,Its dryad-guardian, virginal Peace, can hearThe pulses of her own pure bosom beat;And ...
OF all the woodland flowers of earlier spring,These golden jasmines, each an air-hung bower.Meet for the Queen of Fairies' tiring ...
WITHIN the deep-blue eyes of Heaven a hazeOf saddened passion dims their tender light,For that her fair queen-child, the Summer ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
Maud Muller on a summer's day Raked the meadow sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
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