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.LOVE scorns degrees! the low he lifteth high,The high he draweth down to that fair plainWhereon, in his divine equality,Two ...
"WOE! woe is me! the centuries pass away,The mortal seasons run their ceaseless rounds,While here I wither for the sunbright ...
OFTTIMES an old man's yesterdays o'er his frail vision pass,Dim as the twilight tints that touch a dusk-enshrouded glass;But, ah! ...
I HAD a vision at that mystic hour,When in the ebon garden of the Night,Blooms the Cimmerian flowerOf doubt and ...
O! THE rolling, rushing fire!O! the fire!How it rages, wilder, higher,Like a hot heart's fierce desire,Thrilled with passion that appalls ...
LITTLE Bob Bonnyface went out one dayInto his father's fields to play;Twas a morn undarkened by mist or cloud,With the ...
SOBER September, robed in gray and dun,Smiled from the forest in half-pensive wise;A misty sweetness shone in her mild eyes,And ...
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, ...
A BRAVE young poet born in days of Eld,Dwelt 'mid the frozen Northlands; he beheld,And wondering, sung the marvels of ...
SCENE I.[The hall of a country house in Westmoreland, surrounded with portraits of the M. . . . family. Allan ...
SCENE..CATHARINE.Art thou prepared to risk ...
PART I.How say'st, thou? die to-morrrow? Oh! my friend!The bitter, bitter ...
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 ...
PLACE--Scotland. TIME--Thirteenth Century.OFF! off! no treacherous priest for me!What's Heaven? what's Hell? Eternity!It hath no meaning to mine ear.Unless--Stay, father! ...
HARK, hark! down the century's long reaching slopeTo those transports of triumph, those raptures of hope,The voices of main and ...
Feb. 22, 1732BRIGHT natal morn! what face appearsBeyond the rolling mist of years?A face whose loftiest traits, combineAll virtues of ...
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 ...
A CUP of your potent "mountain dew,"By the camp-fire's ruddy light;Let us drink to a spirit as leal and trueAs ...
THE storm had raved its furious soul away;O'er its wild ruins Twilight, spectral, gray,Stole like a nun, 'midst wounded men ...
WHEN the war-drums beat and the trumpets blare,When banners flaunt in the stormy air,When at thought of the deeds that ...
I'D like, indeed I'd like to knowWhy sister Bell, who loved me so,And used to pet me day and night,And ...
To Richard Henry Stoddard(In reply to his poem called "Wishing and Having.")"Perhaps it will all come right at last;It may ...
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 ...
THE Red Rose bowed one golden summer's night,The Red Rose bent, low whispering to the White,"Thou pallid shadow of a ...
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