Widderin’s Race. Australian. (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
"A HORSE amongst ten thousand! on the verge,The extremest verge of equine life he stands;Yet mark his action, as those ...
"A HORSE amongst ten thousand! on the verge,The extremest verge of equine life he stands;Yet mark his action, as those ...
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 ...
SCENE I.[The hall of a country house in Westmoreland, surrounded with portraits of the M. . . . family. Allan ...
MY Mother-land! thou wert the first to flingThy virgin flag of freedom to the breeze,The first to front along thy ...
WHEN last we parted--thy frail hand in mine--Above us smiled September's passionless sky,And touched by fragrant airs, the hillside pineThrilled ...
THE maimed and broken warrior lay,By his last foeman brought to bay.No sounds of battlefield were there--The drum's deep bass, ...
To Richard Henry Stoddard(In reply to his poem called "Wishing and Having.")"Perhaps it will all come right at last;It may ...
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 ...
FROM garish light and life apart,Shrined in the woodland's secret heart,With delicate mists of morning furledFantastic o'er its shadowy world,The ...
SMALL epicurean, would to heaven that ICould borrow your lithe body and swift wingTo speed, a lightning atom through the ...
I AM happy with her I love,In a circle of charmed repose;My soul leaps up to follow her feetWherever my ...
"PHILIP my king", ay, still thou art a king,Though storms of sorrow on thy suffering headHave flashed and thundered through ...
HO! fetch me the winecup! fill up to the brim!For my heart has grown cold, and my vision is dim,And ...
WITHOUT the squares of misted pane,I saw the wan autumnal rain,And heard, o'er tufts of churchyard ...
In youth, when blood was warm and fancy high,I mocked at death. How many a quaint conceitI wove about his ...
BEHOLD! how weirdly, wonderfully grandThe shades and colors of yon sunset sky!Rare isles of light in crimson oceans lie,Whose airy ...
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