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 ...
I HAD a vision at that mystic hour,When in the ebon garden of the Night,Blooms the Cimmerian flowerOf doubt and ...
A BRAVE young poet born in days of Eld,Dwelt 'mid the frozen Northlands; he beheld,And wondering, sung the marvels of ...
SCENE..CATHARINE.Art thou prepared to risk ...
GLADLY I hail these solitudes, and breatheThe inspiring breath of the fresh woodland air,Most gladly to the past alone bequeathDoubt, ...
AS in those lands of mighty mountain heights,The streams, by sudden tempests overcharged,Sweep down the slopes, hearing swift ruin with ...
MORTALS there are who seem, all over, flame,Vitalized radiance, keen, intense, and high,Whose souls, like planets in it dominant sky,Burn ...
ONCE in a land of balm and flowers,Of rich fruit-laden trees,Where the wild wreaths from jasmine bowersTrail o'er Floridian seas;We ...
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 ...
LIKE streamlets to a silent sea,These songs with varied motionFlow from bright fancy's uplands free,To Lethe's clouded ocean;They lapse in ...
O! tenderly beautiful, beyond compare,Flushed from pale pink to deepest rosebud hue--Nurslings of tranquil sunshine and mild air,Of shadowless dawn, ...
O'ER all the fragrant land this harvest day,What bounteous sheaves are garnered, ear and blade!Whether the heavens be golden-glad, or ...
WHEN I am gone, what alien steps shall treadThis flowery garden-close?What alien hands shall pluck the violets sweet,Or gather the ...
HAVE you not noted how in early spring,From out the forests, past the murmuring brooks,O'er the hillsides, Nature, with airy ...
WE roam, my love and I,'Mid the rich woodland grasses,Where, through dense clouds of greenery,The softened sunshine passes;But near a ...
BESIDE the coast for many a roodWere fragments of a shipwreck strewn;And there in sad and sombre moodI walked the ...
I'D have you use a wise philosophy,In this, as in all matters, whereuponJudgment may freely act; truth ever liesBetween extremes; ...
OH! sweet and soft,Returning oft,As oft they pass benignly,The warm June breezes come and go,Through golden rounds of murmurous flow,At ...
I THINK earth's noblest, most pathetic sightIs some old poet, round whose laurel-crownThe long gray locks are streaming softly down;--Whose ...
WHO deems the soul to endless death is thrall,That no life breathes beyond that moment dire,When every sense seems lost ...
I FEEL the kisses of this lingering breeze,Warm, close, and ardent as the lips of love,I quaff the sunshine streaming ...
NOW, while the rear-guard of the flying year,Rugged December on the season's vergeMarshals his pale days to the mournful dirgeOf ...
ON a steep hillside, to all airs that blow,Open, and open to the varying sky,Our cottage homestead, smiling tranquilly,Catches morn's ...
O GOD! how sad a doom is mine,To human seeming:Thou hast called on me to resignSo much--much!--all--but the divineDelights of ...
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