To Emerson. On His 77th Birthday. (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)
AH! what to him our trivial praise or blame,Who through long years hath raised half-mournful eyesYearning to mark some heaven-descended ...
AH! what to him our trivial praise or blame,Who through long years hath raised half-mournful eyesYearning to mark some heaven-descended ...
AS not a bud that burgeons 'mid the bowers;As not a leaf on any tree that grows,But to its neighbor ...
HOW oft by trivial griefs our spirits tossedDrift vague and restless round this changeful world!Yet when great sorrows on our ...
O GOD! what glorious seasons bless thy world!See! the tranced winds are nestling on the deep,The guardian heavens unclouded vigil ...
WHENE'ER I think of old loves wall and dead,Of passion's wine outpoured in senseless dust,Of doomed affection's and long-buried trust,Through ...
THE winds are loud and trumpet-clear to-day;They seem to sound in onset, half in ire,Half in the wildness of a ...
FOR weeks the languid southern wind had blown,Fraught with Floridian balm; thro' winter skiesWe seemed to catch the smile of ...
THIS is my world! within these narrow walls,I own a princely service. The hot careAnd tumult of our frenzied life ...
THROUGH deepening dust and dreary dearthI walk the darkened wastes of earth,A weary pilgrim sore beset,By hopeless griefs and stern ...
THOSE mountain forms of giant girthAre rooted deep in moveless earth;But lo! their yearning heights withdrawn,Are melting in soft seas ...
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