Poems by John Hay
In A Graveyard
... On the cold white face of the tombs, ...
The Prairie
... The Phlox' bright clusters shine, ...
A Phylactery
... That beat to sleep our tired life's story, ...
To The Young
... The sword's sharp clangor, the dart's shrill anger, ...
Israel
... That tempts those dread secrets shall fail ...
Una
... From her gold-flax curls' most marvellous shine ...
My Castle In Spain
... Where the marble white and the granite gray ...
Sinai And Calvary
... Have gazed on them with awe,-- ...
Wanderlieder
... Till the drenched place smoked with the rain ...
Distichs
... XVIII. Make all good men your well-wishers, and then, in the years' steady sifting, ...
Liberty
... And strews its wrecks o'er leagues of desolate shore,-- ...
After Heine: Countess Jutta
... Lest they should be tempted their oaths to break, ...
Golyer
... And he blowed such a horn with his sarchin' small voice, ...
Jim Bludso, of the Praire Belle
... ent I'd run my chance with Jim,'Longside of some pious gentlemen That would n't shook hands with him ...
