The Snow-Messengers (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
THE pine-trees lift their dark bewildered eyes--Or so I deem--up to the clouded skies;No breeze, no faintest breeze, is heard ...
THE pine-trees lift their dark bewildered eyes--Or so I deem--up to the clouded skies;No breeze, no faintest breeze, is heard ...
In sky and wave the white clouds swam,And the blue hills of NottinghamThrough gaps of leafy greenAcross the lake were ...
Earendil was a marinerthat tarried in Arvernien;he built a boat of timber felledin Nimbrethil to journey in;her sails he wove ...
A FRAGMENTA legend that grew in the forest's hushSlowly as tear-drops gather and gush,When a word some poet chanced to ...
Earendil was a marinerthat tarried in Arvernien;he built a boat of timber felledin Nimbrethil to journey in;her sails he wove ...
In the old days (a custom laid asideWith breeches and cocked hats) the people sentTheir wisest men to make the ...
"Now, good-wife, bring your precious hoard,"The Norland farmer cried,"And heap the hearth, and heap the board,For the blessed Christmas-tide."And bid ...
No aimless wanderers, by the fiend UnrestGoaded from shore to shore;No schoolmen, turning, in their classic quest,The leaves of empire ...
BALMILY, balmily, summer wind,Sigh through the mountain passes;Over the sleep of the beautiful deep,Over the woods' green masses -Ripple the ...
I HAVE settled at last, in a sombre nook,In the far-off heart of the Norland hills,There's a dark pine forest ...
O WEARY winds! O winds that wail!O'er desert fields and ice-locked rills!O heavens that brood so cold and paleAbove the ...
The station is empty and desolate;A sick lamp wanly glows;Slowly puffs a goods engine,Slow yet alive with great energy;Drawing rumbling ...
Hearts to break but nane to sell,Gear to tine but nane to hain;—We maun dree a weary spellEre our lad ...
Seeress of the misty Norland,Daughter of the Vikings bold,Welcome to the sunny Vineland,Which thy fathers sought of old!Soft as flow ...
I met four chaps yon birks amang, Wi' hanging lugs and faces lang; I spier'd at neighbour Bauldy ...
(GLOZE ROYAL) _The surges sing in ceaseless monotone The songs and sagas of the long-ago; Many and mournful are ...
I muse alone in the fading light,Where the mournful winds foreverSweep down from the dim old hills of night,Like the ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
Earendil was a mariner that tarried in Arvernien; he built a boat of timber felled in Nimbrethil to journey in; ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
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