The King Of The Plow (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
THE sword is re-sheathed in its scabbard,The rifle hangs safe on the wall;No longer we quail at the hungryHot rush ...
THE sword is re-sheathed in its scabbard,The rifle hangs safe on the wall;No longer we quail at the hungryHot rush ...
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son,For the wrong we have taken part in and ...
I.My faint spirit was sitting in the lightOf thy looks, my love;It panted for thee like the hind at noonFor ...
Then, lady, at last thou art sick of my sighing. Good-bye!So ...
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son, For the wrong we have taken part in ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
MY faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks, my love; It panted for thee like the hind ...
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