Wanderlieder (John Hay Poems)
I stand at the break of dayIn the Champs Elysees.The tremulous shafts of dawningAs they shoot o'er the Tuileries early,Strike ...
John Hay Poems on Madness (4 Poems)
The Curse Of Hungary (John Hay Poems)
Saloman looked from his donjon bars,Where the Danube clamors through sedge and sand,And he cursed with a curse his revolting ...
Liberty (John Hay Poems)
What man is there so bold that he should say"Thus, and thus only, would I have the sea"?For whether lying ...
The Golden Calf (John Hay Poems)
Double flutes and horns resoundAs they dance the idol round;Jacob's daughters, madly reeling, Whirl about the golden calf. Hear them laugh!Kettledrums and ...