Poems by Paul Hamilton Hayne
The First Mocking-Bird In Spring
... Half dreaming, and, drowsed by the winter's cold, ...
My Study
... The slow-time pulse, 't is not for present strife, ...
Violets
... Who feels as one long wrapped from pain and drouth, ...
A Vernal Hymn
... Meanwhile there's not a breeze that thrills ...
To Henry W. Longfellow
... -- Whose evening, touched by prescient shades of night, ...
The Wind Of Onset
... The fife's shrill tones, the clarion's silvery sound: ...
MacDonalds Raid.A.D. 1780.
... "Stalwart brothers," quoth he, "you'll be strong as fourscore, ...
Soul-Advances
... Where through ofttimes to purged and prayerful eyes, ...
A Character
... But ere it has sucked your heart's blood, and stifled your latest breath, ...
Union Of The Blue And Gray
... Ah! not through storm and stress they come, ...
Storm-Fragments
... Heaved with strange shapes and hues of nightmare dreams! ...
Dolce Far Niente
... Hardly quiver! I have done with worldly scheming, ...
The Shadow
... Still smiles the brave soul, undivorced from hope! ...
Consummatum Est
... With all save love, whose matchless face ...
The King Of The Plow
... For the sword has been changed to the plowshare, ...
