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 ...
ONE morning I said to my wife,Near the time when the heavens are rifeWith the Equinoctial strife,"Arabella, the weather looks ...
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 ...
FLYING from out the gusty west,To seek the place where last year's nest,Ragged, and torn by many a routOf winter ...
ROLY POLY'S just awakened,Wakened in his cosy bed,All his dainty ringlets tumbledO'er his shoulders, and his head:Roly Poly's cheeks are ...
WHAT murmurs are these that so wofully riseInto heart-storms of agony borne from afar?A tempest of passion, a tumult of ...
WHAT! still does the mother of treason uprearHer crest 'gainst the furies that darken her sea,Unquelled by mistrust, and unblanched ...
JAMIE.O MOTHER, what country is that I seeFar over the stream and the boulders gray,Where the wind-song pipes, and the ...
I SEE the Nation, as in antique ages,Crouched with rent robes, and ashes on her head:Her mournful eyes are deep ...
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 ...
DEAR mother, take me to thy breast!I have no other place of restIn all this weary world of men:Ah! fold ...
O WEARY winds! O winds that wail!O'er desert fields and ice-locked rills!O heavens that brood so cold and paleAbove the ...
AH, mother! canst thou feel her? . . . spring has come!Birds sing, brooks murmur, woods no more are dumb;And ...
WE watched our baby day by day,With earnest expectation,To hear his infant lips uncloseIn vague articulation.But weeks, nay weary months, ...
THAT fair young land which gave me birth is dead!Lost as a fallen star that quivering diesDown the pale pathway ...
ALONG the path thy bleeding feet have trod,O Christian Mother! do the martyr-years,Crown(Paul Hamilton Hayne)
AT the Poet's life-core lyingIs a sheltered and sacred nest,Where, as yet, unfledged for flying,His callow fancies rest:Fancies, and thoughts, ...
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