To Jean Ingelow (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
BRAVE lyrist! like the sky-lark, heaven-possessed,Thy glance is sunward; and thy soul grown wise,Fronts the full splendor of Apollo's eyes,While ...
BRAVE lyrist! like the sky-lark, heaven-possessed,Thy glance is sunward; and thy soul grown wise,Fronts the full splendor of Apollo's eyes,While ...
What voice is this, thou evening gale!That mingles with thy rising wail;And, as it passes, sadly seemsThe faint return of ...
WHAT voice is this, thou evening gale!That mingles with thy rising wail;And, as it passes, sadly seemsThe faint return of ...
At dawn I rose from silent sleep, And heard a sky-lark singing,Amid the azure far and deep, Till all the arch was ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Little Goody Two-Shoes! Do you know about her? Well, I'm ready now to tell ...
Ogrin the Hermit in old age set forth This tale to them that sought him in the extreme Ancient grey ...
There is a song of England that none shall ever sing; So ...
Only a few short years ago, there satA youth on one of old Rome's seven hills,Beneath a ruined temple, and ...
Loud without the wind was roaringThrough th'autumnal sky;Drenching wet, the cold rain pouring,Spoke of winter nigh.All too like that dreary ...
Wearily stretches the sand to the surge, and the surge to the cloudland;Wearily onward I ride, watching the water alone.Not ...
THE Sky-lark, when the dews of morn Hang tremulous on flower and thorn, And violets round his nest exhaleTheir fragrance ...
I How warm this woodland wild Recess ! Love surely hath been breathing here ; And this sweet bed of ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
The Sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring, To welcome the Spring. The sky-lark and ...
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his ...
I There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now ...
Small is the new-born plant scarce seen Amid the soft encircling green, Where yonder budding acorn rears, Just o'er the ...
By that Lake, whose gloomy shore Sky-lark never warbles o'er, Where the cliff hangs high and steep, Young Saint Kevin ...
To my little niece Sally Livingston, on the death of a little serenading wren she admired. Hasty pilgrim stop thy ...
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