The Imprisoned Innocents (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
ONE morning I said to my wife,Near the time when the heavens are rifeWith the Equinoctial strife,"Arabella, the weather looks ...
ONE morning I said to my wife,Near the time when the heavens are rifeWith the Equinoctial strife,"Arabella, the weather looks ...
'Tis the greatest splash of sunshine right through all my retrospection On the days when fairies brought me golden dreams without ...
St. Patrick's DayI.WHAT a onion of hearts is the love of a motherWhen races of men in her name unite!For ...
I wish I owned a Dior dressMade to my order out of satin.I wish I weighed a little lessAnd could ...
Sir, Mr Punch, the following is true.Peruse my story written in blank verse,For such a tragic metre seems to mePeculiarly ...
O'er this wide extended country,Hear the solemn echoes roll,For a long and weary century,Those cries have gone from pole to ...
To One who asked why he wrote it.You ask me what was his intent?In truth, I'm not a German;'Tis plain ...
I.IN the beautiful Castleton Island a mansion of lordly style,Embowered in gardens and lawns, looks over the glimmering bay.In the ...
SCENE--London, a Bookseller's Shop. Enter Author, smiling and rubbing his Hands. AUTHOR. Well, Slider!--and how d'ye go on with my ...
The Western sun, ere he sought his lair, Skimm'd the treetops, and ...
(A CHEMICAL NARRATIVE)Certain facts which serve to explainThe physical charms of Miss Addie De Laine,Who, as the common reports obtain,Surpassed ...
NEVER again! When first that sentence fell From lips so loth the bitter truth to tell, Death seemed the balance ...
The theme of the traditional poet Was not of life. In the barren expanse of his imagination He conversed with ...
A Fable."WHAT can the matter be with the thermometer?Is it the sun or the moon or the comet, orSomething broke ...
There was a youthful genius once, a boy of thirteen years, Named Cyrus Franklin Edison Lavoisier De Squeers. To study ...
DAWN, around packed buildings, flickering,flowered;Daylight full on sullen waters glowing,Rippled; crawling streets stirred; ships, outgoing.Slipped down seaward; wind and chimney ...
A rock thrown in the pond, full force, or maybe, just maybe, thousands of pebbles, hurled, dropped, even gently coaxed ...
Bloom upon the Mountain -- stated -- Blameless of a Name -- Efflorescence of a Sunset -- Reproduced -- the ...
1 I SAY whatever tastes sweet to the most perfect person, that is finally right. 2 I say nourish a ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
At dinner, she is hostess, I am host. Went the feast ever cheerfuller? She keeps The Topic over intellectual deeps ...
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