Poems by Paul Hamilton Hayne
Arties "Amen"
... THEY were Methodists twain, of the ancient school, ...
Jetsam
... I stooped, and wondering, grasped a ring, ...
Coquette [Among The Family Portraits.]
... III. Therefore, sweet flesh and blood, I trust ...
Above The Storm
... For my spirit, half-maddened by Fates that wrong her, ...
At Last
... Ghostlike it haunts the hearth, it haunts the street, ...
The Ultimate Trust
... Tho', Lord! thou wear'st a mask of hate ('twould seem), ...
To Bayard Taylor Beyond Us
... Phantoms they seem, glimpsed through the clouded deep, ...
The Pilgrim
... Perchance through paths unknown, forlorn, ...
Loves Caprices
... yet, beware! Caprice, though frail its shafts, a poisoned barb ...
Lake Mists
... On their feet that were spectrally soundless, ...
The Shallow Heart!
... That froths o'er pebbles: grief, true grief is still, ...
Two Graves
... This grave, all wreathed with flowers and glad with spring ...
Sonnett IX
... O dew-lit glen, and lone glade, breathing balm, ...
The Adventures Of Little Bob Bonnyface
... . . . . . When he gained from the terrapin's clutch release ...
Tallulah Falls
... From wasting passion, glides through shores of peace,-- ...
