Poems by Paul Hamilton Hayne
To The Author Of The "Victorian Poets."
... Thy logic wields is dropped that thou may'st take ...
Antipathies
... Nor blooms the lustrous foliage of the East ...
Blanche And Nell
... One bright as the flowers from May-tide showers, ...
Our Humming-Bird
... So lavishly. Full many a flower, just hovering nigh, ...
Sonnet VI
... Whence, marshalled as brave warriors, taking ground ...
Severance
... Ah, Christ! yon shape of ice-locked clay, ...
Dead Loves
... Strives with pale weeds to veil death's hopeless wrong, ...
Windless Rain
... For the heart of heaven seems breaking ...
The Skeleton Witness
... Coursed through great veins, and warmed its giant heart ...
The Shadow Of Death
... I fain would hear the pine-trees' slumberous sigh, ...
Visit Of The Wrens
... Yet, verily, Methinks when, spring and summer passed, ...
The Village Beauty
... By the keen-edged world, and their lives have lost ...
"O God! what glorious seasons bless thy world!"
... Pregnant with splendors, by whose marvellous spell, ...
The Chameleon
... In which all lovely tints can smile back on themselves! ...
The Battle Of Kings Mountain
... . . . . . What, lads! you think the old man crazed to talk in this high strain, ...
