The Chameleon (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
I KNOW that I'm like, yet I am not, a snake!'Tis true that I glisten by boil and by brake,That ...
I KNOW that I'm like, yet I am not, a snake!'Tis true that I glisten by boil and by brake,That ...
A SOFTENING of the misty heaven,A subtle murmur in the air;The electric flash through coverts oldOf many a shy wing, ...
AS in some half-burned forest, one by one,We catch far echoes on the doleful breeze,Born of the downfall of its ...
FAIR as the dawn of the fairest day,Sad as the evening's tender gray,By the latest lustre of sunset kissed,That wavers ...
O WEARY winds! O winds that wail!O'er desert fields and ice-locked rills!O heavens that brood so cold and paleAbove the ...
FLY, swiftly flyThrough yon fair sky,O purple-pinioned Hours!And bring once more the balmy night,When from her lattice, silvery bright,Love's beacon-star--her ...
HAVE you not noted how in early spring,From out the forests, past the murmuring brooks,O'er the hillsides, Nature, with airy ...
AH, mother! canst thou feel her? . . . spring has come!Birds sing, brooks murmur, woods no more are dumb;And ...
FROM day to day the dreary heavenOutpoured its hopeless heart in rain;The conscious pines, half shuddering, heardThe secret of the ...
YON woodland, like a human mind,Hath many a phase of dark and bright:Now dim with shadows, wandering blind,Now radiant with ...
AS not a bud that burgeons 'mid the bowers;As not a leaf on any tree that grows,But to its neighbor ...
O DEEP grave eyes! that long have seemed to gazeOn our low level from far loftier days,O grand gray head! ...
WINDS! are they winds?--or myriad ghosts, that shriek?Ghosts of poor mariners, drowned in Northern seas,Beside the surf-tormented Hebrides,Whose voices now ...
HOW oft by trivial griefs our spirits tossedDrift vague and restless round this changeful world!Yet when great sorrows on our ...
An hour agone, and prostrate Nature layLike some sore-smitten creature nigh to death,With feverish parched lips, with labouring breath,And languid ...
HOW many a budding plant is born to fade!How many a May bloom wilt with quick decay!Ofttimes the ruddiest rose ...
WITH these dead leaves stripped from a withered tree,And slowly fluttering round us, gentle friend,Some faithless soul a sad presage ...
O GRANITE nature; like a mountain heightWhich pierces heaven! yet with foundations deep,Rooted where earth's majestic forces sleep,In quiet breathing ...
I STOOD in twilight by the winter's sea;The spectral tides with hollow, hungry roar,Broke massed and mighty on the shrinking ...
IN this old porch, fast mouldering to decay,But wreathed in vines and girt by shadowy trees,All day I hear the ...
I FEEL the kisses of this lingering breeze,Warm, close, and ardent as the lips of love,I quaff the sunshine streaming ...
AND high amongst these chiefs of iron grain,Large-statured natures, souls of Spartan mien,Superbly brave, inflexibly serene,Man of the, stalwart hope, ...
Too oft the poet in elaborate verse,Flushed with quaint images and gorgeous tropes,Casteth a doubtful light, which is not hope's,On ...
BECAUSE they thought his doctrines were not just,Mankind assumed for him the chastening rod,And tyrants reared in pride, and strong ...
SUFFERING! and yet majestical in pain;Mysterious! yet, like spring-showers in the sun,Veiling the light with their melodious rain,Life is a ...
GOD'S benison upon each happy dayDead now and gone!--its gentle ghost our feetDoth follow, singing faintly; and how sweet--Tenderly sweet, ...
ILISTEN! the sombre foliage of the Pine,A swart Gitana of the woodland trees,Is answering what we may but half divineTo ...
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