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 ...
"A HORSE amongst ten thousand! on the verge,The extremest verge of equine life he stands;Yet mark his action, as those ...
ONE morning I said to my wife,Near the time when the heavens are rifeWith the Equinoctial strife,"Arabella, the weather looks ...
THE ship went down at noonday in a cam,When not a zephyr broke the crystal sea.We two escaped alone: we ...
I CANNOT tell when first I saw her face;Was it athwart a sunset on the sea,When the huge billows heaved ...
PART I.How say'st, thou? die to-morrrow? Oh! my friend!The bitter, bitter ...
A LEGEND OF 1516.WHAT time o'er gory lands and threatening seasFair fortune, wearied, fled the Genoese--What time from many a ...
WHO at the court of Astolf, the great King,King of a realm of firs, and icy floes,Cold bright fiords, and ...
THEY declare that I'm gracefully pretty,The very best waltzer that whirls;They say I am sparkling and witty,The pearl, the queen ...
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! ...
ALTON.YOU see that man with the quick eyes and brow,Too ponderous almost for his slender frame,His dark locks tinged with ...
THE early springtime faintly flushed the earth,And in the woods, and by their favorite streamThe fair, wild roses blossomed modestly,Above ...
WHAT murmurs are these that so wofully riseInto heart-storms of agony borne from afar?A tempest of passion, a tumult of ...
THEY slept on the field which their valor had won,But arose with the first early blush of the sun,For they ...
THE Spring, so fair in her voting incompleteness,Of late the very type of tender sweetness;Now, through frail leaves and misty ...
THE winds of the winter have breathed their dirgesFar over the wood and the leaf-strown plain;They have passed, forlorn, by ...
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 SEE the Nation, as in antique ages,Crouched with rent robes, and ashes on her head:Her mournful eyes are deep ...
CAN it be that the glory of manhood has passed,That its purpose, its passion, its might,Have all paled with the ...
WHAT mournful influence chills my soul to-night?I watch the expiring flames that fade and fall,From which outleap vague shafts of ...
WHEN the land' s martyr, mid her tears,Outbreathed his latest breath,The discord of long, festering years,Lay also dumb in death:Our ...
COME not with empty words that say,"Your strength of manhood wastes awayIn long, ignoble, fruitless years!"I live apart from pain ...
A widower muses over the likeness of his dead wife.THE face, the beautiful face,In its living flush and glow,The perfect ...
HER step is soft as a fay's footfall,And her eyes are wonderful founts of blue;But I've seen that small foot ...
I WOULD not lose a single silvery rayOf those white locks which like a milky wayStreak the dusk midnight of ...
I AM happy with her I love,In a circle of charmed repose;My soul leaps up to follow her feetWherever my ...
I'VE done with all the world can give,Whate'er its kind or measure.(O Christ! what paltry lives we liveIf toil be ...
The laughing Hours before her feet,Are scattering spring-time roses,And the voices in her soul are sweetAs music's mellowed closes;All hopes ...
HE came in velvet and in gold;He wooed her with a careless grace;A confidence too rashly boldBreathed in his language ...
Thou see'st yon woman with the grave pelisseLined with dark sables? Is she not devout?Her soul is in the service, ...
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