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Paul Hamilton Hayne, 1830-1886
Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne.
Boston: D. Lothrop and Company, 1882.
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HOME OF PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE
"Copse Hill," Ga.

"Come, come and seek us here,
In these cool deeps."

"We reached an isle
Whereon the waters settled languidly."

"Gladly I hail these solitudes, and breathe
The inspiring breath of the fresh woodland air."

[Vignette]

"BETWEEN THE SUNKEN SUN AND THE NEW MOON."

"This is my world! within these narrow walls,
I own a princely service."

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BIRTHPLACE OF PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE.
Charleston, S. C.

"The canvas speaks."

"Come, sweetheart, hear me!"

"Almighty Nature, the first law of God,
Perforce I followed."

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"They arose with the sun, and caught life from his light."

"The flowers that wreathe my humble hearth
With roseate blush and bloom."

"And by their favorite stream,
The fair, wild roses blossomed modestly
Above the wave that wooed them."

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"Leagues of golden fields and streams,
Fair hills and shadowy vineyards, by great teams
Of laboring oxen rifled morn by morn."

"Voices low and sweet
From the far-off stream."

"The Moon, a ghost of her sweet self, . .
Creeps up the gray, funereal sky,
Wearily! how wearily."

"Upveiled in yonder dim ethereal sea,
Its airy towers the work of phantom spells,
A viewless belfry tolls its wizard bells."

"Countless corsucations glimmer,
Glow and darken, wane and shimmer, . . .
By mysterious currents stirred
Of great winds."

"There cometh a dream of the past to me,
On the desert sands by the autumn sea."

"Those bristling rocks,
O'er which the chafed sea, in quick thunder-shocks,
Leaps passionate, panting through the showery spray."

"He turned to wave 'farewell' with mailçd hand,
And then rode blithely down the sunlight land."

"On the fateful streamlet rolled
Through unnumbered, nameless changes,
Shade and sunshine, gloom and gold."

"View us, white-robed lilies,
We whose beauty's rareness
Sleeps until the bridegroom sun
Woos our virgin fairness."

"King of a realm of firs, and icy floes,
Cold bright fiords, and mountains capped with clouds."

"Our hopes in youth are like those roseate shadows
Cast by the sunlight on the dewy grass."

"No, no, stanch Widderin! pause not now to drink."

"Every deepest copse in moonshine bright,
Glimmered from hoary trunk to frost-tipped bud. . . .
Scores of gray-skinned brutes--a direful pack
Of wolves half-starved that yelled along their track."

"The kingdom's princeliest youth besiege her ear."

"A monster meet for Tartarus, a thing
Whereon men gaze with awe and shuddering."

"The woven lights and shadows, rife with calm,
Creep slantwise 'twixt the foliage, bough on bough."

"Uplift and bear me where the wildflowers grow,
By many a golden dell-side, sweet and low."

"While sauntering through the crowded street,
Some half-remembered face I meet."

"On yesternight
Old winter came with locks and beard of white."

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"Have I not followed, followed where she led,
Tracking wild rivers to their fountain head."

"Sober September, robed in gray and dun,
Smiled from the forest in half-pensive wise."

"O masterful wind and cruel! at thy sweep,
From the bold hill-top to the valley deep,
Surprise and fear through all the woodlands run."

"Ah! many a gallant loved her well
In those old days."

"While grimly down the moonlit bay,
The wrecked hull gleamed from afar."

"O twilight sky of mellow gray,
Flushed with faint hues."

"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle,
Over ledge and stone."

"Now, serene nature, at luxurious ease,
. . . all her opulent life
Reveals in tremulous brakes and whispering seas."

"Winds! are they winds?--or myriad ghosts, that shriek? . . .
Hark! how they thunder down the far-off leas."

"I remember it well; 'twas a morn cold and gray, . . .
A thin drizzle of rain piercing chill to the soul."

"That man must die before they fly, or yield to us the field."

"Three hundred noble vessels
Rose on the rising flood,
Wherein with sullen apathy
Embarked those men of blood."

"We turn, my love and I,
From that strange grave together."

"To pass once more o'er Hampshire's mountain heights, . . .
The fruitful farms, the enchanted vales, to view,
And the coy mountain lakes' transcendent blue."

"You walk my studio's modest round, …
While in each eyebrow lurks
The keenness of an ambushed sneer."

"War-wasted lands . . .
Touched by the charm of some regenerate fate--
Flush into golden harvest prodigal."

"Old passions may be purged of blood,
Old memories cannot die."

"Pale memory near us."

"O'er all the fragrant land this harvest day,
What bounteous sheaves are garnered, ear and blade."

"O weary winds! O winds that wail,
O'er desert fields and ice-locked rills."

"My thoughts are wandering on the verge of dreams, . . .
While lower, feebler, flit the fireside gleams."

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"For five full seconds, it would seem
As if you really thought, coquette,
On something grave."

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"Our Nelly clasped his neck and whispered:
'Please,
Won't you be good, sir? For I like you so.' "

"My shoe, papa, please hang it
Once more on the holly bough."

"Katie, pretty Katie, kiss me."

"Dancing! I love it, night or day:
There's nought on earth so jolly."

"Roly Poly's just awakened,
Wakened in his cosy bed."