Poems by Paul Hamilton Hayne
Allan Herbert
... celyn, an old domestic, are seen standing before the likeness of a lady, young, and wonderfully fair ...
Christ On Earth
... While a strange sweetness breathed from leaf and clod, ...
The Woodland Grave
... " When, 'twixt the wild flowers' tangled flame, ...
The Dead Child And The Mocking-Bird
... Yet through their marvellous cadence, steal ...
Forest Quiet
... Drowsed cricket's chirp, or mock-bird's croon in sleep, ...
Composed In Autumn
... WITH these dead leaves stripped from a withered tree, ...
A Comparison
... Wild, reckless all, save that some power unknown ...
Richard H. Dana, Sen.
... Still sound at core, with rhythmic leaves that stir ...
"Philip My King."
... Have flashed and thundered through the midnight's dread ...
The Phantom Bells
... Still, with those hours each pang, each pleasure flies, ...
Sonnett VIII
... No faint breeze stirs the wild-flower's soundless bell, ...
Lesson Of Submission
... -- Lo! there he marked a smitten wretch who crawled ...
Wind From The East
... Now, through frail leaves and misty branches brown, ...
To The Querulous Poets
... From yonder green-girt copse, but whispers, "shame!"-- ...
A New Version Of Why The Robins Breast Is Red
... Fluttering upwards, scarce himself, ...
