Fameless Graves (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
I WALKED the ancient graveyard's ample round,Yet found therein not one illustrious nameWedded by Death to Fame.The sea-winds moaned by ...
I WALKED the ancient graveyard's ample round,Yet found therein not one illustrious nameWedded by Death to Fame.The sea-winds moaned by ...
ALONE with nature, where her passionate moodDeepens and deepens, till from shadowy wood,And sombre shore the blended voices soundOf five ...
TWO hours, or more, beyond the prime of a blithe April day,The Northmen's mailed "Invincibles" steamed up fair Charleston Bay;They ...
We are the nightly weaverswho gather the invisible threadsfrom the Milky Way's outmost ringwhere the end of the loom stands.Hovering ...
Clumsy human admirationthat needs air and lips to say it!Clumsier than the shy wonderhumble beasts display, you blunderwholly in your ...
Where is the war ye march unto,From the early tents of morn?And what are the deeds ye hope to do,Brave ...
A SHADOW glided down the wayWhere sunset groped among the trees,And all the woodland bower, aswayWith trouble of the evening ...
This world of wonders, where our lot is cast,Hath far more ends than one. A man may standOn the bluff ...
A Sabbath morn — softly the village bellsRing out their welcome to the sacred day.The weary swain has drunk of ...
RING, bells! flags, fly! and let the great crowd roar Its ecstasy. Let the hid heart in prayer ...
I.THE flowing night awoken from my sleepRevealed a world of glory, while I stoodWatching the hazy, creeping ocean sweepOut of ...
I.If thou hadst been a sculptor, what a raceOf forms divine had thenceforth filled the land!Methinks I see thee, glorious ...
I have not any fearful tale to tellOf fabled giant or of dragon-claw,Or bloody deed to pilfer and to sellTo ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
WILD winged thing, O brought I know not whence To beat your life out in my life's low cage; You ...
THE creeds he wrought of dream and thought Fall from him at the touch of life, His old gods fail ...
Supreme with night, what high mysteriarch-The undreamt-of god beyond the trinal noonOf elder suns empyreal-past the moonCircling some wild world ...
Some men there are who cannot spareA single tear until they feelThe last cold pressure, and the heelIs stamped upon ...
Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled -- Further than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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