Poems by Paul Hamilton Hayne
The Rift Within The Lute
... Becomes with harsher measures fraught, ...
The Valley Of Anostan
... Not through death's portal, wrapped in storms and wrath, ...
Morals Of Desperation
... this ring Is a brave diamond, and will serve me bravely ...
The Dead Look
... Though his sealed sight the death-mists mar, ...
By The Grave Of Henry Timrod
... At least, the winds, though chill, with gentler sweep ...
Song Of The Naiads
... And, charmed to bliss, thy soul shall catch the gleams ...
The Vengeance Of The Goddess Diana
... They strayed from charm to charm thro' lengths of languid hours ...
Illegitimate
... Through soft green fields, from hills to happy vales, ...
My Father
... Till through slow growths it waxed a perfect whole ...
Stonewall Jackson
... By whose crystalline fame, earth's scarlet pomps grow dim, ...
The Latter Peace
... WE have passed the noonday summit, ...
The Silken Shoe
... But--our minds were blinded strangely, ...
Small Griefs And Great
... Drift vague and restless round this changeful world! ...
An Anniversary
... Your fluttered breath and faint footfall,-- ...
To The Poet Whittier. On His 70th Birthday.
... And o'er the snows of threescore years and ten ...
