To M.I.P. (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
YOUR gracious words steal o'er like the breezeThat blows from far-off southland isles benign,--All steeped in perfume, sweet as fairy ...
YOUR gracious words steal o'er like the breezeThat blows from far-off southland isles benign,--All steeped in perfume, sweet as fairy ...
I CLOSE mine eyes in this lone inland place,This wood, far inland, thronged with sombrous trees--Our southland pines--in whose dark ...
WAINAMOINEN AND YOUKAHAINEN.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,Passed his years in full contentment,On the meadows of Wainola,On the plains of Kalevala,Singing ever wondrous ...
Dear friends, let me to you relate A plan that I begot of yore,A plan to conquer, extirpate Slaveholding now ...
Defiant in the cannon's mouth, ...
When I'm sittin' in me dug-out wiv me rifle on me knees,An' a yowlin', 'owlin' chorus comes a-floatin' up the ...
Southrons, conquered, subjugated, Mourn your country devastated! Mourn for hapless, hopeless Dixie! Homes once happy, desolated, Church and altar desecrated; ...
You can sigh o'er the sad-eyed Armenian Who weeps in her desolate home. You can mourn o'er the exile of ...
Purer than thy own white snow, Nobler than thy mountains' height;Deeper than the ...
Not for the wealth of thy teeming markets, Roaring factory, thronging way,Stern strong city of toil and commerce ...
The Northland reared his hoary head And spied the Southland leagues away—"Fairest of all fair brides," he said, "Be thou ...
Softly, comrades, they are sleeping,- Since the morning, oh, how long has been the way! Though we sleep not, we ...
(ALASKAN BALLAD) The Northland reared his hoary head And spied the Southland leagues away-- "Fairest of all fair brides," he ...
I love thine inland seas, Thy groves of giant trees, Thy rolling plains; Thy rivers' mighty sweep, Thy mystic canyons ...
Ye who know the Lone Trail fain would follow it, Though it lead to glory or the darkness of the ...
The mule-skinner was Bill Jerome, the passengers were three; Two tinhorns from the dives of Nome, and Father Tim McGee. ...
I strolled up old Bonanza, where I staked in ninety-eight, A-purpose to revisit the old claim. I kept thinking mighty ...
Where the sea forever dances Over lonely cliff and dune, Where sweet twilight's vapor glances In a warmer-glowing moon, Where ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
Lovely dainty Spanish needle With your yellow flower and white, Dew bedecked and softly sleeping, Do you think of me ...
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