Poems by Paul Hamilton Hayne
"A Little While I Fain Would Linger Yet."
... (O pitying Christ! those woeful words, "We Part!") ...
The Lordship Of Corfu
... Every where The paths are full, which, sloping steeply down ...
The Voice In The Pines
... Scarce heard for that strange, sorrowful voice forlorn! ...
Solitude; In Youth And Age
... And something in his "still, small voice" ...
The Reason Why
... LATER STILL. Good news! good news! I'm almost mad, ...
December Sonnet
... Twilight, like some sad maiden, grief-oppressed, ...
"The winter winds may wildly rave"
... (No stormy passion round thee raves), ...
Christ
... The soul's high priest its heaven-bound pinions stay, ...
To Jean Ingelow
... To thread with rhythmic pulse earth's pastoral breast! ...
Forecastings
... 'Mid these fair scenes what other souls shall thrill, ...
Earth Odours--After Rain
... And touched with visions of rain-freshened hours, ...
The Presentiment
... And a bird that shall sing by the old church towers, ...
The Phantom-Song
... -- When that which is grows vague as that which seems,-- ...
Over The Waters
... II. The waves that glass her beauty ...
Hopes And Memories
... Again, That grand climacteric passed, the shadows gleam ...
