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 ...
WITH bayonets slanted in the glittering light,With solemn ...
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 ...
HARK, hark! down the century's long reaching slopeTo those transports of triumph, those raptures of hope,The voices of main and ...
Feb. 22, 1732BRIGHT natal morn! what face appearsBeyond the rolling mist of years?A face whose loftiest traits, combineAll virtues of ...
THE early springtime faintly flushed the earth,And in the woods, and by their favorite streamThe fair, wild roses blossomed modestly,Above ...
THE maimed and broken warrior lay,By his last foeman brought to bay.No sounds of battlefield were there--The drum's deep bass, ...
A.HOW bitterly you speak!B.I have good warrant.A.Well, for my part, I hold your creed is false.Uncharitable, monstrous! I have seenThe ...
THE sword is re-sheathed in its scabbard,The rifle hangs safe on the wall;No longer we quail at the hungryHot rush ...
O LOVE, it is our wedding day!This morn,--how swift the seasons flee!--A virgin morn of cloudless May,You gave your loyal ...
I SAT within my tranquil room;The twilight shadows sank and roseWith slowly flickering motions, wavedGrotesquely through the dusk repose;There came ...
To Richard Henry Stoddard(In reply to his poem called "Wishing and Having.")"Perhaps it will all come right at last;It may ...
FOR sixty days and upwards,A storm of shell and shotRained round us in a flaming shower,But still we faltered not."If ...
YOU think he sings a gladsome song!Ah, well, he sings! but only seeHow oft on glossy neck and breastHis bright ...
A widower muses over the likeness of his dead wife.THE face, the beautiful face,In its living flush and glow,The perfect ...
THO' the Earth with age seems whitened,And her tresses hoary and oldNo longer are flushed mad brightenedBy glintings of brown ...
HERE, lonely, wounded and apart,From out my casement's glimmering round,I watch the wayward bluebirds dartAcross yon flowery ground;How sweet the ...
NOT since proud Marlowe poured his potent songThrough fadeless meadows to a marvellous main,Has England hearkened to so sweet a ...
"PHILIP my king", ay, still thou art a king,Though storms of sorrow on thy suffering headHave flashed and thundered through ...
'Tis the part of a coward to broodO'er the past that is withered and dead:What though the heart's roses are ...
THE glowing tints of a tropic eve,Burn on her radiant cheek,And we know that her voice is rich and low,Though ...
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 ...
THE pathway of his mortal life hath woundBeneath a shadow; just beyond it playThe genial breezes, and the cool brooks ...
THE bliss for which our spirits pine,That bliss we feel shall yet be given,Somehow, in some far realm divine,Some marvellous ...
I'D have you use a wise philosophy,In this, as in all matters, whereuponJudgment may freely act; truth ever liesBetween extremes; ...
HOW oft by trivial griefs our spirits tossedDrift vague and restless round this changeful world!Yet when great sorrows on our ...
"PITY her," say'st thou, "pity her!" nay, not I!Her heart is shallow as yon garrulous rillThat froths o'er pebbles: grief, ...
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