Unveiled (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
I CANNOT tell when first I saw her face;Was it athwart a sunset on the sea,When the huge billows heaved ...
I CANNOT tell when first I saw her face;Was it athwart a sunset on the sea,When the huge billows heaved ...
ISome sort of heart I know is hers,-- I chanced to feel her pulse one night;A brain she has that never ...
O wandering dim on the extremest edge Of God's bright providence, whose spirits sighDrearily in you, like the winter sedge That shivers ...
HAND in hand with angels,Through the world we go;Brighter eyes are on usThan we blind ones know;Tenderer voices cheer usThan ...
Unhappy craft of Daedalus reborn,That liest prone with white wings torn,And, like some giant prehistoric bird, with throb-bing soundDoest beat ...
Dark on the gold west, Mexico hung inscrutable like a curtain of heavy velvet Before a lighted shrine. Black on the west All Mexico ...
SWEET bud of promise, fresh and fair,Just moving in the morning air,The morn of life but just begun,The sands of ...
AT the Poet's life-core lyingIs a sheltered and sacred nest,Where, as yet, unfledged for flying,His callow fancies rest:Fancies, and thoughts, ...
I. OF all that men with zeal and ardour chace, Pour'd here and there on life's promiscuous ground,Some points are ...
WAINAMOINEN'S HARP-SONGS.Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,The eternal wisdom-singer,Laves his hands to snowy whiteness,Sits upon the rock of joyance,On the stone of song ...
In Eden every flower is blown. Amen.—His own epitaphA happy time in my young life—when dreams Ran in sweet thrills ...
Bellow, bull, bellow!Low thy dark soundLike a moan,Call to thine own!Stand with thy head on the fence,And bellow, bull, bellow!What ...
Of whispering trees the tongues to hear,And sermons of the silent stone;To read in brooks the print so clearOf motion, ...
ISaid Life to Death: "Methinks, if I were you, I would not carry such an awesome face To terrify the ...
Great-hearted child, thy very being The Son,Who know'st the hearts of all us prodigals;—For who is prodigal but he who ...
The eyrie clung to the shattered cliff That the glacier's torrent thundered under; And the unfledged eaglet's ...
WHY do I make no poems? Good my friend Now is there silence through the summer woods, In whose green ...
Whither, oh! whither wilt thou wing thy way? What solemn region first upon thy sight Shall break, unveiled for terror ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
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