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 ...
"A HORSE amongst ten thousand! on the verge,The extremest verge of equine life he stands;Yet mark his action, as those ...
I HAD a vision at that mystic hour,When in the ebon garden of the Night,Blooms the Cimmerian flowerOf doubt and ...
O! THE rolling, rushing fire!O! the fire!How it rages, wilder, higher,Like a hot heart's fierce desire,Thrilled with passion that appalls ...
LITTLE Bob Bonnyface went out one dayInto his father's fields to play;Twas a morn undarkened by mist or cloud,With the ...
AS some half-vanquished lion,Who long hath kept at bayA band of sturdy forestersBarring his blood-stained way--Sore-smitten, weak and wounded--Glares forth ...
WELL, Maussa! if you wants to heer, I'll tell you 'bout um 'true.Doh de berry taut ob dat bad time ...
SCENE..CATHARINE.Art thou prepared to risk ...
MY Mother-land! thou wert the first to flingThy virgin flag of freedom to the breeze,The first to front along thy ...
WHO at the court of Astolf, the great King,King of a realm of firs, and icy floes,Cold bright fiords, and ...
WHEN last we parted--thy frail hand in mine--Above us smiled September's passionless sky,And touched by fragrant airs, the hillside pineThrilled ...
PLACE--Scotland. TIME--Thirteenth Century.OFF! off! no treacherous priest for me!What's Heaven? what's Hell? Eternity!It hath no meaning to mine ear.Unless--Stay, father! ...
HARK, hark! down the century's long reaching slopeTo those transports of triumph, those raptures of hope,The voices of main and ...
A CUP of your potent "mountain dew,"By the camp-fire's ruddy light;Let us drink to a spirit as leal and trueAs ...
WHEN ruthful time the South's memorial places--Her heroes' graves--had wreathed in grass and flowers;When Peace ethereal, crowned by all her ...
WHAT! still does the mother of treason uprearHer crest 'gainst the furies that darken her sea,Unquelled by mistrust, and unblanched ...
I.YES! there from out the gallery gloom,Retaining still a flush of bloom,I mark our bright ancestress glow--The maiden Rose of ...
THE man who's wholly ruined, sir, fears nothing;How can he when all's lost to him already?There is a desperate gayety ...
THE gusty and passionate March hath died;And now in the golden April-tideThere sits in the shade of her jasmine bowerA ...
'Tis the part of a coward to broodO'er the past that is withered and dead:What though the heart's roses are ...
WE roam, my love and I,'Mid the rich woodland grasses,Where, through dense clouds of greenery,The softened sunshine passes;But near a ...
THOUGH in the wine-press of thy wrath divine,My crushed hopes droop, like crude and worthless must,That love and mercy, Father! ...
I PRAY you, when the shadow of death draws nigh,To bear me out beneath the unmeasured heaven;I fain would hear ...
SHE'S loveliest of the festal throngIn delicate form and Grecian face;A beautiful, incarnate song;A marvel of harmonious grace;And yet I ...
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