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 ...
I CANNOT tell when first I saw her face;Was it athwart a sunset on the sea,When the huge billows heaved ...
THE pine-trees lift their dark bewildered eyes--Or so I deem--up to the clouded skies;No breeze, no faintest breeze, is heard ...
BEYOND the sunset, and the amber seaTo the lone depths of Ether, cold and bare,Thy influence, soul of all tranquillity,Hallows ...
I LOVE Queen August's stately sway,And all her fragrant south winds say,With vague, mysterious meanings fraught,Of unimaginable thought;Those winds, 'mid ...
In the realm that Nature boundethAre there balmy shores of peace,Where no passion-torrent soundeth,And no storm-wind seeks release?Rest they 'mid ...
DEAD! dead! in sooth his marbled brow is cold,And prostrate lies that brave, majestic head;True! his stilled features own death's ...
MY father! in the vague, mysterious past,My boyish thoughts have wandered o'er and o'er,To thy lone grave upon a distant ...
WHEN I am gone, what alien steps shall treadThis flowery garden-close?What alien hands shall pluck the violets sweet,Or gather the ...
A GUSTY wind o'ersweeps the garden close,And, where the jonquil, with the white-rod glows,Riots like some rude hoyden uncontrolled.But here, ...
A LITTLE while (my life is almost set!)I fain would pause along the downward way,Musing an hour in this sad ...
MAJESTIC dreams of heavenly calms,Bright visions of unfading palms,Wherewith the brows of saints are crowned,--Awhile my soul resigns them all,Content ...
To have the will to soar, but not the wings,Eyes fixed forever on a starry height,Whence stately shapes of grand ...
SEE! See!How the shadows steal along,Blending in a golden throng,Softly, lovingly;From each mossed and quaint tree-column,Stretched toward the dimpling river,How ...
I fear thee not, O Death! nay, oft I pineTo clasp thy passionless bosom to mine own,And on thy heart ...
I STOOD in twilight by the winter's sea;The spectral tides with hollow, hungry roar,Broke massed and mighty on the shrinking ...
I FEAR thee not, O Death! nay oft I pineTo clasp thy passionless bosom to mine own,And on thy heart ...
I LAY in dusky solitude reclined,The shadow of sleep just hovering o'er mine eyes,When from the cloudland in the western ...
In youth, when blood was warm and fancy high,I mocked at death. How many a quaint conceitI wove about his ...
BEYOND the record of all eldest things,Beyond the rule and regions of past time,From out Antiquity's hoary-headed rime,Looms the dread ...
SUFFERING! and yet majestical in pain;Mysterious! yet, like spring-showers in the sun,Veiling the light with their melodious rain,Life is a ...
LO! there he lies, our Patriarch Poet, dead!The solemn angel of eternal peaceHas waved a wand of mystery o'er his ...
ILISTEN! the sombre foliage of the Pine,A swart Gitana of the woodland trees,Is answering what we may but half divineTo ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories