Poems by Paul Hamilton Hayne
Lines
... The stars of faith have quenched their flame, ...
Night-Winds In Winter
... Sweep the scourged hills, and smite the woodland trees, ...
The Three Urns
... "Choose thou, my eldest," said the king, deep-breathed, ...
Leigh Hunt
... All life he viewed as one, long, luminous plan ...
Carolina
... All she hath wrought, all she hath planned or said, ...
Twilight Monologue
... Lift me up in thine arms, give me warmth from thy breast, ...
The Enchanted Mirror
... While he lay In death's cold shadow, prostrate and forlorn, ...
The Little Grand Duchess
... (Holding true their gracious seemings,) ...
On The Death Of Canon Kingsley
... Even through the mournful boom of thy deep funeral knell! ...
"The Laughing Hours Before Her Feet"
... To prove, if Heaven is rich with saints, ...
II.--Death
... We know That every flower the breeze's flattering breath ...
Aspects Of The Pines
... Broods round and o'er them in the wind's surcease, ...
By A Grave. In Spring.
... . . a flower. Here wails no nightingale against her thorn, ...
Dickens
... From earth's four quarters hurrying, mount and mart, ...
The Rose And Thorn
... Though bright her eyes' bewildering gleams, ...
