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 ...
LIST to this legend, which an antique poetHath left among the musty tomes of eld,Like a flushed rosebud pressed between ...
I HAD a vision at that mystic hour,When in the ebon garden of the Night,Blooms the Cimmerian flowerOf doubt and ...
ONE morning I said to my wife,Near the time when the heavens are rifeWith the Equinoctial strife,"Arabella, the weather looks ...
LITTLE Bob Bonnyface went out one dayInto his father's fields to play;Twas a morn undarkened by mist or cloud,With the ...
SOBER September, robed in gray and dun,Smiled from the forest in half-pensive wise;A misty sweetness shone in her mild eyes,And ...
I CANNOT tell when first I saw her face;Was it athwart a sunset on the sea,When the huge billows heaved ...
A "PETITE COMEDIE" IN RHYME.LOVER.COQUETTE! coquette! now, is it fairTo weave for me your magic hair,Binding me thus, all unaware?Till, ...
A BRAVE young poet born in days of Eld,Dwelt 'mid the frozen Northlands; he beheld,And wondering, sung the marvels of ...
MY Mother-land! thou wert the first to flingThy virgin flag of freedom to the breeze,The first to front along thy ...
FIRST 'mid the lion Richard's host,Sir Aymer fought in Holy Land;And they loved him well for his honest heart,And they ...
HUGH FALCON learned this happy truth one day;('Twas a fair noontide in the month of May)--When, as the chaplain of ...
WHEN last we parted--thy frail hand in mine--Above us smiled September's passionless sky,And touched by fragrant airs, the hillside pineThrilled ...
BEYOND the sunset, and the amber seaTo the lone depths of Ether, cold and bare,Thy influence, soul of all tranquillity,Hallows ...
Feb. 22, 1732BRIGHT natal morn! what face appearsBeyond the rolling mist of years?A face whose loftiest traits, combineAll virtues of ...
AS in those lands of mighty mountain heights,The streams, by sudden tempests overcharged,Sweep down the slopes, hearing swift ruin with ...
WHAT a pure and chastened splendor,What a grace of joyance tender,Like to starlight or to moonlight,Melting into fairy Junelight,Sleeps my ...
O! HOP is a sailor used up in the war,With a single good leg to stand on;And a face as ...
A CUP of your potent "mountain dew,"By the camp-fire's ruddy light;Let us drink to a spirit as leal and trueAs ...
THE storm had raved its furious soul away;O'er its wild ruins Twilight, spectral, gray,Stole like a nun, 'midst wounded men ...
THE maimed and broken warrior lay,By his last foeman brought to bay.No sounds of battlefield were there--The drum's deep bass, ...
WHAT time o'er Persia ruled that upright KhanKhosru the Good, in Shiraz lived a man,A beggar-carle, to whose rough hands ...
THE Spring, so fair in her voting incompleteness,Of late the very type of tender sweetness;Now, through frail leaves and misty ...
Here in these mellow grasses, the whole morn,I love to rest; yonder, the ripening cornRustles its greenery; and his blithesome ...
YOUR face, my boy, when six months old,We propped you laughing in a chair,And the sun-artist caught the goldWhich rippled ...
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 ...
I AM sitting alone and weary,By the hearth of my darkened room,And the low wind's miserere,Makes sadder the midnight gloom."There's ...
LAND of my father's love, my father's race,How long must I in weary exile sighTo meet thee, O my empress, ...
YES! it has come; the strange, o'ermastering hour,When buoyant hopes, and tender, tremulous fearsSway the full heart with a divided ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories