The Hanging Of Black Kudjo (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
WELL, Maussa! if you wants to heer, I'll tell you 'bout um 'true.Doh de berry taut ob dat bad time ...
WELL, Maussa! if you wants to heer, I'll tell you 'bout um 'true.Doh de berry taut ob dat bad time ...
Oh, unforgotten and only lover, Many years have swept us apart,But none of the long dividing seasons Slay your memory in my ...
What was the shriek that struck Fancy's earAs it sate on the ruins of time that is past?Hark! it floats ...
I am the Muse who sung alwayBy Jove, at dawn of the first day.Star-crowned, sole-sitting, long I wroughtTo fire the ...
Who is God's chosen priest?He, who on Christ stands waiting day and night,Who traceth His holy steps, nor ever ceased, From ...
The yeoman lays aside his soil-stained smock, And from his herd selects a trusty steed, And sallies forth to help in hour ...
Packed in my mind lie all the clothes Which outward nature wears,And in its fashion's hourly change It all things else repairs.In ...
Meanwhile, within the heart of the dead sun, After that glory angelic had passed out, Long time reigned silence, night ...
Yet to the wondrous St. Peter's, and yet to the solemn Rotunda, Mingling with heroes and gods, yet to the ...
INot yet had History's Aetna smoked the skies,And low the Gallic Giantess lay enchained,While overhead in ordered set and riseHer ...
When on high the heaven had not been named, Firm ground below had not been called by name, Naught but ...
ELLA kept anxious vigil by the bed: How strange it is to watch through creeping hours A face which was ...
THE author of some political letters, Who took a feigned name,And under this mask traduces his betters, Without ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
After the burial we returned to our units and assumed our poses. Our posture was the new posture and not ...
Packed in my mind lie all the clothes Which outward nature wears, And in its fashion's hourly change It all ...
After the burial we returned to our units and assumed our poses. Our posture was the new posture and not ...
Not even if with a wizard force I might Have summoned whomsoever I would name, Should anyone else have come ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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