To my mother (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
LIKE streamlets to a silent sea,These songs with varied motionFlow from bright fancy's uplands free,To Lethe's clouded ocean;They lapse in ...
LIKE streamlets to a silent sea,These songs with varied motionFlow from bright fancy's uplands free,To Lethe's clouded ocean;They lapse in ...
A violet grew by the river-side, And gladdened all hearts with its bloom;While over the fields, on the scented air, It breathed ...
With what a glory comes and goes the year!The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingersOf sunny skies and cloudless times, ...
The speckled sky is dim with snow,The light flakes falter and fall slow;Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale,Silently drops a ...
The poet's song, and the bird's, And the waters' that chant as they runAnd the waves' that kiss the beach, And the ...
AH, I have changed, I do not knowWhy lonely hours affect me so.In days of yore, this were not wont,No ...
Thou simple bird, what makes thou here to play?Look, there's the fowler, pr'ythee come away.Do'st not behold the net? Look ...
Loving another, yet she married my father.That other portrait faded with the years.From her album paged in musty velvetShimmered forth ...
_A Voice From the Interior of Old Hoop-Pole Township_Friend of my earliest youth, Can't you arrange to come downAnd visit a ...
Eve, with her basket, wasDeep in the bells and grass,Wading in bells and grassUp to her knees,Picking a dish of ...
Old Bob comes down, as usual, an' hangs about the quay,An' after half an hour or so he comes to ...
Here's his ragged "roundabout";Turn the pockets inside out:See; his pen-knife, lost to use,Rusted shut with apple-juice;Here, with marbles, top and ...
Sir Oluf he rideth over the plain,Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide,But never, ah never, can meet with ...
In the springtime, joyous spring- time,When the birds begin to sing,And we hear the murmuring brook- lets,Then the bees are on the ...
UPON THE LOSS OF HER CHILDREN'S PHOTOGRAPHS AT SEAHast thou no mercy, wind, that thou should'st tear from me,All that ...
Freres humains qui apres nous vivez,N'ayez les coeurs contre nous endurcis ...Men, brother men, that after us yet live,Let not ...
Neither would they be persuaded, though one rose from the dead.I was quick in the flesh, was warm, and the ...
My Mary's as sweet as the flowers that grow, By the side of the brooklet that runs near her cot;Her brow ...
WE lit a fire, and straightway camped,And all night longWe heard the river sing its song.Our horses fed, and neighed, ...
When I recall the daysThat saw my childhood of yoreBeside the verdant shoreOf a murmuring lagoon;When I remember the sighsOf ...
By night they haunted a thicket of April mist,Out of that black ground suddenly come to birth,Else angels lost in ...
CAN it be that the glory of manhood has passed,That its purpose, its passion, its might,Have all paled with the ...
THE waning moon was toiling up yon steepy mountain's side,And her pallid beams, so faint and few, were flickering on ...
ICan freckled August,—drowsing warm and blondBeside a wheat-shock in the white-topped mead,In her hot hair the yellow daisies wound,—O bird ...
Dawn has flashed up the startled skies,Night has gone out beneath the hillMany sweet times; before our eyesDawn makes and ...
A stranger lies ill, in a distant city,With no - - letters from home!The glances that meet him, in lieu ...
I am tired of the heave and swell,the deep lunge in the belly, the gut'sdumb show of dance and counterdance,sway ...
When I remember the daysthat saw my early childhoodspent on the green shoresof a murmurous lagoon;when I remember the coolness,delicious ...
THOUGH dowered with instincts keen and high,With burning thoughts that wooed the light,The scornful world hath passed him by,And left ...
AGAIN the infant flowers of SpringCall thee to sport on thy rainbow wing--Spirit of Beauty! the air is brightWith the ...
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