The Dryad Of The Pine (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
AH, forest sweetheart! over land and seaI come once more, once more to stand by thee;My sylvan darling! set 'twixt ...
AH, forest sweetheart! over land and seaI come once more, once more to stand by thee;My sylvan darling! set 'twixt ...
When the Thessalian witches uttered Their charmes to Luna, she wont to looke red: So doe true vertues blush to heare their ...
Swept from his fleet upon that fatal night When great Poseidon's sudden-veering wrath Scattered the happy homeward-floating Greeks Like foam-flakes ...
Musing on the fate of Daphne,Many feelings urged my breast,For the God so keen desiring,And the Nymph so deep distrest.Never ...
DEMETER PERSEPHONE HECATE HERMES In the vale of Elusis DEMETERHail, goddess, from the midmost caverned vale Of Samothracia, where with ...
My country, I the walls, the arches see, The columns, statues, and the towers Deserted, of our ancestors; But, ah, ...
JANUARYJanus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and belowI count, as god of avenues and gates, ...
BEAUTIFUL Spirit! that didst guard of eldThe song-inspiring fount of Castalie-Thou, unto whom supremacy is givenAnd sway o'er realms of ...
There was a boy — not above childish fears — With steps that faltered now and straining ears, Timid, irresolute, ...
I am the gift of tongues that flameInspired resolve above:I wither the weeds of paltry aimThat choke the growth of ...
Loved alike by Air and Water Aye must be Thessalia's daughter; To us, Olympian hearts, are given Spells that draw ...
I sang a song of olden times, Sitting upon our sacred hill-- Sang it to feel ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
Once more the gate behind me falls; Once more before my face I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls, That stand within ...
There was a boy -- not above childish fears -- With steps that faltered now and straining ears, Timid, irresolute, ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
THe laurell leafe, which you this day doe weare, guies me great hope of your relenting mynd: for since it ...
Child of a line accurst And old as Troy, Bringer of best and worst In wild alloy- Light, like a ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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