The Snow-Messengers (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
THE pine-trees lift their dark bewildered eyes--Or so I deem--up to the clouded skies;No breeze, no faintest breeze, is heard ...
THE pine-trees lift their dark bewildered eyes--Or so I deem--up to the clouded skies;No breeze, no faintest breeze, is heard ...
WELL, Maussa! if you wants to heer, I'll tell you 'bout um 'true.Doh de berry taut ob dat bad time ...
MY Mother-land! thou wert the first to flingThy virgin flag of freedom to the breeze,The first to front along thy ...
I LIFT these hands with iron fetters banded:Beneath the scornful sunlight and cold starsI rear my once imperial forehead brandedBy ...
Feb. 22, 1732BRIGHT natal morn! what face appearsBeyond the rolling mist of years?A face whose loftiest traits, combineAll virtues of ...
AS in those lands of mighty mountain heights,The streams, by sudden tempests overcharged,Sweep down the slopes, hearing swift ruin with ...
I SAT within my tranquil room;The twilight shadows sank and roseWith slowly flickering motions, wavedGrotesquely through the dusk repose;There came ...
AT midnight wakening, through my startled brainThe sudden thunder crashed a chord of pain;I rose, and, awe-struck, hearkened. OverheadIn one ...
ART thou some reckless poet, fiercely free,Singing vague songs an errant brain inspires?Mad with the ravening force of inward fires,Whose ...
THE glorious star of morning would we blameBecause it burns not on the front of night?Or the calm evening planet, ...
LOVE is no product of the obedient will,It hath its root in those deep sympathiesMere ties of blood are powerless ...
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