A Bachelor-Bookworm’s Complaint Of The Late Presidential Election (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
A MAN of peace, I never dared to marry,Lover of tranquil hours, I dwelt apart;Outside the realm where noisy schemes ...
A MAN of peace, I never dared to marry,Lover of tranquil hours, I dwelt apart;Outside the realm where noisy schemes ...
WHO at the court of Astolf, the great King,King of a realm of firs, and icy floes,Cold bright fiords, and ...
THE storm had raved its furious soul away;O'er its wild ruins Twilight, spectral, gray,Stole like a nun, 'midst wounded men ...
WHEN the war-drums beat and the trumpets blare,When banners flaunt in the stormy air,When at thought of the deeds that ...
To Richard Henry Stoddard(In reply to his poem called "Wishing and Having.")"Perhaps it will all come right at last;It may ...
WINGED poet of vernal ethers!Ah! where hast thou lingered long?I have missed thy passionate, skyward flightsAnd the trills of thy ...
OH, Blanche is a city lady,Bedecked in her silks and lace:She walks with the mien of a stately queen,And a ...
MAMA'S in heaven! and so, you seeMy sister Bet's mamma to me.Oh! yes, I love her!--that's to say,I love her ...
BLESS us, and save us! What's here?Pop!At a bound,A tiny brown creature, grotesque in his grace,Is sitting before us, and ...
O FRESH, how fresh and fairThrough the crystal gulfs of air,The fairy South Wind floateth on her subtle wings of ...
I AM happy with her I love,In a circle of charmed repose;My soul leaps up to follow her feetWherever my ...
HARK! to the mournful wind; its burden drearBorne over leagues of desert wild and dun,Sinks to a weary cadence of ...
I.IT glooms forlornly 'mid wan ocean dunes,A desolate grave-mound on a dreary lea,Touched by sad splendors of gray-misted moons,Or veiled ...
METHINKS the airThrobs with the tolling of harmonious bells,Rung by the bands of spirits; everywhereWe feel the presence of a ...
LIKE a worn wind-harp on a barren lea,Unstirred by subtle breathings of the sea,Though sweet south-breezes swell the floodtide's flow,The ...
WINDS! are they winds?--or myriad ghosts, that shriek?Ghosts of poor mariners, drowned in Northern seas,Beside the surf-tormented Hebrides,Whose voices now ...
THAT fair young land which gave me birth is dead!Lost as a fallen star that quivering diesDown the pale pathway ...
THIS is my world! within these narrow walls,I own a princely service. The hot careAnd tumult of our frenzied life ...
The moon, a ghost of her sweet self,And wading through a watery cloud,Which wraps her lustre like a shroud,Creeps up ...
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