The Old-Fashioned Garden (John Russell Hayes Poems)
The house is hoary with the mould of years,And crumbling are its ivy-covered walls;The rain-storms dim it with their misty ...
John Russell Hayes Poems (34 Poems)
A Dream Of Other Days (John Russell Hayes Poems)
I fell asleep upon a summer's dayAs on a shady woodland bank I lay,And as I slept there came to ...
England (John Russell Hayes Poems)
(To C. and M.)The day is fair, the breeze is free, The ship has crossed the bar,And you are fleeting o'er ...
Whittier’s Birthday (John Russell Hayes Poems)
Dear Friend, we come to yield anew The reverence we owe thy name, And celebrate with fresh acclaimOur Quaker Poet, strong and ...
Sweet Spring Is Here (John Russell Hayes Poems)
Sweet spring is here, and o'er the earth A verdant garb is seen,As drenched in balm of April rains The fields put ...
The Fairies’ Supper (John Russell Hayes Poems)
When fairy-folk sit down to supEach has for plate a buttercup,And for mug a tiny cellOf the delicate blue-bellFilled with ...
A May-Day Invitation (John Russell Hayes Poems)
Come, let us leave the busy town And to the country hasten down,--- We'll go this very day! The hills and dales are ...
Crocuses (John Russell Hayes Poems)
Frail children of the early spring, We love you well ; Ye seem to tell By your rathe blossoming,That time of leaf and ...
In Poet-Land (John Russell Hayes Poems)
O Who will leave sad care and go with me To that enchanted land where Poets dwell A glorious brotherhood in some ...
The Garden Of The Hesperides (John Russell Hayes Poems)
On a picture by Sir Frederic LeightonFAR on the western borders of the world, Hard by the utmost pale of sunset ...
In Blossom Time (John Russell Hayes Poems)
In blossom-time the orchard trees, Aroused by April's balmy breeze, In loveliness are glowing;All blushing with their rosy bloom,They lade the winds ...
Spencer (John Russell Hayes Poems)
I went with Spenser into Faerie Land, And passed through purple forests deep and wide; Down dim, enchanted glades where I espiedThe ...
‘The Groves Were God’s First Temples’ (John Russell Hayes Poems)
The groves were God's first temples, and to-day Should man yet worship there, were he unwise? The gray old woods whose mighty ...
Spring (John Russell Hayes Poems)
Welcome, thrice welcome to thee, lovely Spring, Sweet tinae of mellow rains and gentle dew! Like Flora comest thou, with retinueOf every ...
Oxford (John Russell Hayes Poems)
Who loveth not the hundred-towered town By which the Isis' lingering waters flow,--- Those mediaeval streets where silent goThe pensive scholars clad ...
The Makers Of Florence (John Russell Hayes Poems)
I trod the streets of that fair Tuscan town And saw the men that Florence called her own; In pictured effigy and ...
In Memorium (John Russell Hayes Poems)
A-- M--Alas, that fairest flowers must fall at last! Alas, that earth should lose such men as he, And we be reft ...
Ireland (John Russell Hayes Poems)
Thy memory, green Erin, haunteth me Since first I stood upon Killarney's shore, Or saw from Limerick's spires the Shannon pourIts turbid ...
On A Portrait Of Lucretia Mott (John Russell Hayes Poems)
I look on that serene and saintly face And mark the placid beauty pictured there; In that calm countenance no weight of ...
The Grave Of Shelley (John Russell Hayes Poems)
The cypress throws across the yellowed stone Its darkness gathered from the countless years; The sad, wan flowers drop their pallid tears,And ...
To Bion: On His ‘Lament For Adonis’ (John Russell Hayes Poems)
The woe of widowed Cypris and the groan Of that sweet lady drooping o'er the bed Where lay the form of lovely ...
Autumn (John Russell Hayes Poems)
'Tis golden Autumn, and a mellow haze Envelops all the dreamy countryside; Soon o'er the world will sweep a crimson tideOf fairy ...
Switzerland (John Russell Hayes Poems)
I saw thine orchards as they lay aglow With April's bloom; I saw thy lower vales Roll their green waves high as ...
The Grave Of Keats (John Russell Hayes Poems)
Here lies young Adonais, stricken low All in the dewy morning of his days. Upon his sleep the soft moon bends her ...
Venice (John Russell Hayes Poems)
They told me thou wert fallen to decay, Old Venice, and hadst lost thine ancient pride ; But as upon thy silent ...
An Old-Time Garden (John Russell Hayes Poems)
O For a garden of the olden time Where none but long-familiar flowers grow, Where pebbled paths go winding to and fro,And ...
The Golden Days Of Old Romance (John Russell Hayes Poems)
I love the golden days of old romanceThat live for us in legend and in story,The Age of Gold when ...
Cherry Blossoms (John Russell Hayes Poems)
I rambled in an orchard old Where gentle winds were blowing,And saw the blooming cherry trees Their petals downward snowing.'O stay, sweet ...
Aurora (John Russell Hayes Poems)
When the rising sun is tinting All the sky with opal hue,Comes the sweet Aurora tripping For her morning draught of dew.There ...
The Fairy Sky (John Russell Hayes Poems)
Above a glassy woodland pool Queen Mab her body bent,And saw her face, a lovely moon, In that small firmament.And for the ...