The Vengeance Of The Goddess Diana (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
WHAT time the Norman ruled in SicilyAt that mild season when the vernal sea,O'erflitted by the zephyrs frolic wing,Dances and ...
WHAT time the Norman ruled in SicilyAt that mild season when the vernal sea,O'erflitted by the zephyrs frolic wing,Dances and ...
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 ...
FLYING from out the gusty west,To seek the place where last year's nest,Ragged, and torn by many a routOf winter ...
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! ...
BEYOND the sunset, and the amber seaTo the lone depths of Ether, cold and bare,Thy influence, soul of all tranquillity,Hallows ...
THE Spring, so fair in her voting incompleteness,Of late the very type of tender sweetness;Now, through frail leaves and misty ...
To Richard Henry Stoddard(In reply to his poem called "Wishing and Having.")"Perhaps it will all come right at last;It may ...
HAD we but lived in those mysterious days,When, a veiled God 'mid unregenerate men,Christ calmly walked our devious mortal ways,Crowned ...
O! tenderly beautiful, beyond compare,Flushed from pale pink to deepest rosebud hue--Nurslings of tranquil sunshine and mild air,Of shadowless dawn, ...
WHEN I am gone, what alien steps shall treadThis flowery garden-close?What alien hands shall pluck the violets sweet,Or gather the ...
SMALL epicurean, would to heaven that ICould borrow your lithe body and swift wingTo speed, a lightning atom through the ...
I WOULD not lose a single silvery rayOf those white locks which like a milky wayStreak the dusk midnight of ...
A SOFTENING of the misty heaven,A subtle murmur in the air;The electric flash through coverts oldOf many a shy wing, ...
KNOW you why the robin's breastGleameth of a dusky red,Like the lustre mid the starsOf the potent planet Mars?'Tis--a monkish ...
AY, it is well! Crush back your selfish tears;For from the half-veiled face of earthly springHath he not risen on ...
"PHILIP my king", ay, still thou art a king,Though storms of sorrow on thy suffering headHave flashed and thundered through ...
HOLD! let the heartless perjurer go!Speak not! strike not! he is my foe,From me, me only, comes the blow--I will ...
SWEETHEART, good-bye! Our varied dayIs closing into twilight gray,And up from bare, bleak wastes of seaThe north-wind rises mournfully;A solemn ...
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 ...
OF all the woodland flowers of earlier spring,These golden jasmines, each an air-hung bower.Meet for the Queen of Fairies' tiring ...
THE winds are loud and trumpet-clear to-day;They seem to sound in onset, half in ire,Half in the wildness of a ...
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