Renewed (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
WELCOME, rippling sunshine!Welcome, joyous air!Like a demon shadowFlies the gaunt despair!Heaven, through heights of happy calm,Its heart of hearts uncloses,To ...
WELCOME, rippling sunshine!Welcome, joyous air!Like a demon shadowFlies the gaunt despair!Heaven, through heights of happy calm,Its heart of hearts uncloses,To ...
Ye brave, enduring Englishmen, Who dash through fire and flood,And spend with equal thoughtlessness Your money and your blood,I sing of that ...
THE frith is crossed, the previous war-fare past,Through swampy plains, dark woods and deserts vast,O'er heaths, and flowery slopes and ...
The spring sun flashes a rapier thrust Through the dingy school-house pane,A shining scimitar, free from rust,That cuts the cloud of ...
Stretch of windless ocean sand,With no green inchoateLilting of the sea, will bearOnly creosote.No dark fish or ghoulish formOscillates at ...
All night in slumber deep the armies lay: But, while the eastern sky with first faint beam Yet dimly reddened; ...
The poet hath a realm within, and throne,And in his own soul singeth his lament.A comer often in the world ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
DOWN sunk the sun, nor shed one golden ray, But rising mists shut in the low'ring day: The tides o'erflown ...
In bloom gemm'd depths, where Sylvan branches meetAbove dim paths, that thread a still retreat;Where light on tip-toe shy, steals ...
Dear friends, let me to you relate A plan that I begot of yore,A plan to conquer, extirpate Slaveholding now ...
I looked far in the future; down the dimEcholess avenue of silent years,And through the cold grey haze of Time ...
Yon, in the depths of the evening's track,Like a herd of blind bullocks that seek their fellows,Wild, as in terror, ...
"HIS echoing axe the settler swung Amid the sea-like solitude, And rushing, thundering, down were flung ...
The night is dark and stormy, and the sky is clouded o'er; Our horses we will mount and ...
We hear the blind and aimless gallopingOf an errant rider from the days gome by:The shackled souls of sunken forests ...
She was nothin' much to look at, that there old fleabitten gray.She'd a cranky disposition, but you liked her any ...
Is it only dirt you notice? Does the thaw not catch your glance? As a dapple-grey fine stallion Does it ...
after Sue Owen Born from flour anointed with oil, from a roux dark and mean as a horse's breath, you ...
They weave a slow andante as in sleep, Scaled yellow, swampy black, plague-spotted white; With blue and lidless eyes at ...
The chorus frogs in the big lagoon Would sing their songs to the silvery moon. Tenor singers were out of ...
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