Poems by Paul Hamilton Hayne
Thunder At Midnight
... Overhead In one long, loud, reverberant peal of dread, ...
Washington!
... Feb. 22, 1732 BRIGHT natal morn! what face appears ...
To Emerson. On His 77th Birthday.
... Who through long years hath raised half-mournful eyes ...
Winter Rose
... Till, warmed, restored, breathing a fine repose, ...
Little Lotties Grievance
... While there I yawned and stretched (poor me!) ...
Poets Of The Olden Time
... Swells to strange meaning that our minds have sought ...
Roly Poly
... melted pies! Not one drop of bygone trouble ...
A Meeting Of The Birds
... Which, if found, I've no doubt, was close-hidden and pressed ...
The Studio
... You lift your glass, and scan the walls, ...
Vicksburg.A Ballad
... Thrice-mailed in the sweet, instinctive thought ...
A Christmas Lyric
... Till the noon of it's deepening splendor ...
The Substitute
... PART I. [Place--A Federal Prison--A Confederate chained, and a Visitor, his Friend ...
"Pent in this common sphere"
... While Care forgets to sigh, and Peace hath balsamed Pain ...
Sonnet To--
... Then dost thou rise, exultant, thrilled, inspired, ...
Lines II
... But for his great, wise acts, his faith sublime, ...
