Antonio Melidori (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
SCENE I.[A place not far from the summit of Mount Psiloriti, in the Isle of Candia. Philota discovered with a ...
SCENE I.[A place not far from the summit of Mount Psiloriti, in the Isle of Candia. Philota discovered with a ...
I HAD a vision at that mystic hour,When in the ebon garden of the Night,Blooms the Cimmerian flowerOf doubt and ...
A MAN of peace, I never dared to marry,Lover of tranquil hours, I dwelt apart;Outside the realm where noisy schemes ...
A BRAVE young poet born in days of Eld,Dwelt 'mid the frozen Northlands; he beheld,And wondering, sung the marvels of ...
SCENE..CATHARINE.Art thou prepared to risk ...
FIRST 'mid the lion Richard's host,Sir Aymer fought in Holy Land;And they loved him well for his honest heart,And they ...
WHEN last we parted--thy frail hand in mine--Above us smiled September's passionless sky,And touched by fragrant airs, the hillside pineThrilled ...
ALTON.YOU see that man with the quick eyes and brow,Too ponderous almost for his slender frame,His dark locks tinged with ...
THOU hast thy mother's eyes, my child--Her deep dark eyes: the undefiledSweetness which breathes around her mouth,A perfect rosebud of ...
I.YES! there from out the gallery gloom,Retaining still a flush of bloom,I mark our bright ancestress glow--The maiden Rose of ...
HERE let me pause by the lone eagle's nest,And breathe the ...
A VISION OF CHRISTMAS EVE, 1878.AS here within I watch the fervid coals,While the chill heavens without shine wanly white,I ...
WHY should I, with a mournful, morbid spleen,Lament that here, in this half-desert scene,My lot is placed?At least the poet-winds ...
CAN it be that the glory of manhood has passed,That its purpose, its passion, its might,Have all paled with the ...
URCHIN of the Syrian face,And half melancholy grace,With a look in your dark eyes,Sometimes deep and overwise;What shall be your ...
I WOULD not lose a single silvery rayOf those white locks which like a milky wayStreak the dusk midnight of ...
"PHILIP my king", ay, still thou art a king,Though storms of sorrow on thy suffering headHave flashed and thundered through ...
METHINKS the airThrobs with the tolling of harmonious bells,Rung by the bands of spirits; everywhereWe feel the presence of a ...
AN idle poet, dreaming in the sun,One given to much unhallowed vagrancyOf thought and step; who, when he comes to ...
O SKY! O lucid sky of May!O'er which the fleecy clouds have stolen,In bands snow-white, and glimmering-gray,Or heart-steeped in a ...
I THINK earth's noblest, most pathetic sightIs some old poet, round whose laurel-crownThe long gray locks are streaming softly down;--Whose ...
THE passionless twilight slowly fadesBeyond the gray, grim woodland glades,Till now, with mournful eyes, I markThe approaching dark:A clouded spirit, ...
YOUR gracious words steal o'er like the breezeThat blows from far-off southland isles benign,--All steeped in perfume, sweet as fairy ...
ONCE I beheld thee, a lithe mountain maid,Embrowned by wholesome toils in lusty air;Whose clear blood, nurtured by strong, primitive ...
SUNSET, the god-like artist, paints on airPictures of loveliness and terror blent!Lo! yonder clouds, like mountains tempest-rent,Through whose abysmal depths ...
ART thou some reckless poet, fiercely free,Singing vague songs an errant brain inspires?Mad with the ravening force of inward fires,Whose ...
Too oft the poet in elaborate verse,Flushed with quaint images and gorgeous tropes,Casteth a doubtful light, which is not hope's,On ...
A ROYAL rose! A rose how darkly red!A proud, voluptuous, full blown flower, that swaysHer sceptre o'er the wind-swept garden-ways,With ...
I LOVE to gaze along the horizon's verge--To strain my sight where steeped in golden-grayThe sun-illumined vapors gently surge,To melt ...
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