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 ...
THE swift mysterious seasons rise and set;The omnipotent years pass o'er us, bright or dun;--Dawns blush, and mid-days burn, 'till ...
BENEATH the shadow of a breezeless palmMahmoud Ben Suleim, in the evening calm,Sat, with his gravely meditative eyesTurned on the ...
OFTTIMES an old man's yesterdays o'er his frail vision pass,Dim as the twilight tints that touch a dusk-enshrouded glass;But, ah! ...
THE pine-trees lift their dark bewildered eyes--Or so I deem--up to the clouded skies;No breeze, no faintest breeze, is heard ...
SCENE I.[The hall of a country house in Westmoreland, surrounded with portraits of the M. . . . family. Allan ...
SCENE..CATHARINE.Art thou prepared to risk ...
PART I.How say'st, thou? die to-morrrow? Oh! my friend!The bitter, bitter ...
FIRST 'mid the lion Richard's host,Sir Aymer fought in Holy Land;And they loved him well for his honest heart,And they ...
FLYING from out the gusty west,To seek the place where last year's nest,Ragged, and torn by many a routOf winter ...
WHEN last we parted--thy frail hand in mine--Above us smiled September's passionless sky,And touched by fragrant airs, the hillside pineThrilled ...
AS in those lands of mighty mountain heights,The streams, by sudden tempests overcharged,Sweep down the slopes, hearing swift ruin with ...
A.HE is a man whose complex characterFew can decipher rightly; but for meI have found the key at last!B.What make ...
To the memory of Henry TimrodThe same majestic pine is lifted highAgainst the twilight sky,The same low, melancholy music grievesAmid ...
O! HOP is a sailor used up in the war,With a single good leg to stand on;And a face as ...
YOUR face, my boy, when six months old,We propped you laughing in a chair,And the sun-artist caught the goldWhich rippled ...
To Richard Henry Stoddard(In reply to his poem called "Wishing and Having.")"Perhaps it will all come right at last;It may ...
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 ...
STURDY little form, of trueSaxon pattern, through and through;Face as purely Saxon, too,With a smile demure and sly,Dimpled cheek and ...
I WOULD not lose a single silvery rayOf those white locks which like a milky wayStreak the dusk midnight of ...
YOUR hair is scant, my friend, and mine is scanter,On heads snowed white by Time, the disenchanter;In place of joyous ...
THIS is the place--I pray thee, friend,Leave me alone with that dread grief,Whose raven wings o'erarch the grave,Closed on a ...
PATIENCE! I yet may pierce the rindWherewith are shrewdly girded roundThe subtle secrets of his mind:A dark, unwholesome core is ...
I'D have you use a wise philosophy,In this, as in all matters, whereuponJudgment may freely act; truth ever liesBetween extremes; ...
AS not a bud that burgeons 'mid the bowers;As not a leaf on any tree that grows,But to its neighbor ...
WITH these dead leaves stripped from a withered tree,And slowly fluttering round us, gentle friend,Some faithless soul a sad presage ...
O THOU, whose potent genius (like the sunTenderly mellowed by a rippling haze)Hast gained thee all men's homage, love and ...
NOW, while the rear-guard of the flying year,Rugged December on the season's vergeMarshals his pale days to the mournful dirgeOf ...
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