The Story Of Glaucus The Thessalian (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
LIST to this legend, which an antique poetHath left among the musty tomes of eld,Like a flushed rosebud pressed between ...
LIST to this legend, which an antique poetHath left among the musty tomes of eld,Like a flushed rosebud pressed between ...
ONE morning I said to my wife,Near the time when the heavens are rifeWith the Equinoctial strife,"Arabella, the weather looks ...
I CANNOT tell when first I saw her face;Was it athwart a sunset on the sea,When the huge billows heaved ...
A "PETITE COMEDIE" IN RHYME.LOVER.COQUETTE! coquette! now, is it fairTo weave for me your magic hair,Binding me thus, all unaware?Till, ...
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 ...
SCENE I.[The hall of a country house in Westmoreland, surrounded with portraits of the M. . . . family. Allan ...
I REMEMBER it well; 'twas a morn dull and gray,And the legion lay idle and listless that day,A thin drizzle ...
FLYING from out the gusty west,To seek the place where last year's nest,Ragged, and torn by many a routOf winter ...
WHEN last we parted--thy frail hand in mine--Above us smiled September's passionless sky,And touched by fragrant airs, the hillside pineThrilled ...
GLADLY I hail these solitudes, and breatheThe inspiring breath of the fresh woodland air,Most gladly to the past alone bequeathDoubt, ...
OF a thousand queer meetings, both great, sir, and smallThe bird-party I sing of seemed oddest of all!How they come ...
THEY declare that I'm gracefully pretty,The very best waltzer that whirls;They say I am sparkling and witty,The pearl, the queen ...
AS in those lands of mighty mountain heights,The streams, by sudden tempests overcharged,Sweep down the slopes, hearing swift ruin with ...
I WALKED the ancient graveyard's ample round,Yet found therein not one illustrious nameWedded by Death to Fame.The sea-winds moaned by ...
To the memory of Henry TimrodThe same majestic pine is lifted highAgainst the twilight sky,The same low, melancholy music grievesAmid ...
WHAT a pure and chastened splendor,What a grace of joyance tender,Like to starlight or to moonlight,Melting into fairy Junelight,Sleeps my ...
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 ...
ALONE with nature, where her passionate moodDeepens and deepens, till from shadowy wood,And sombre shore the blended voices soundOf five ...
WELCOME, rippling sunshine!Welcome, joyous air!Like a demon shadowFlies the gaunt despair!Heaven, through heights of happy calm,Its heart of hearts uncloses,To ...
THE firelight danced and waveredIn elvish, twinkling gleeOn the leaves and crimson berriesOf the great green Christmas Tree;And the children ...
YOUR face, my boy, when six months old,We propped you laughing in a chair,And the sun-artist caught the goldWhich rippled ...
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 ...
I.YES! there from out the gallery gloom,Retaining still a flush of bloom,I mark our bright ancestress glow--The maiden Rose of ...
I HAVE settled at last, in a sombre nook,In the far-off heart of the Norland hills,There's a dark pine forest ...
ALONG the woods the whispering night-airs swoon,A single bird-note dies adown the trees,Clear, pallid, mournful, droops the summer moon,Dipped in ...
WHY should I, with a mournful, morbid spleen,Lament that here, in this half-desert scene,My lot is placed?At least the poet-winds ...
WHEN o'er yon forest solitudesThe sky of autumn evening broods--A heaven whose warp, but palely bright,Shot through with woofs of ...
O'ER all the fragrant land this harvest day,What bounteous sheaves are garnered, ear and blade!Whether the heavens be golden-glad, or ...
COME, sweetheart, hear me! I have loved thee well,God knoweth. Through all these years my holiest thoughts,Like those pure doves ...
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