Art thou in misery, brother? Then I pray Be comforted. Thy grief shall pass away. Art thou elated? Ah, be not too… — Paul Hamilton Hayne Anguish Copy Share Image
And Potomac flowed calmly, scarce heaving her breast, With her low-lying billows all bright in the west, For a charm as from… — Paul Hamilton Hayne Breasts Copy Share Image
Low gurgling laughter, as sweet As the swallow's song i' the South, And a ripple of dimples that, dancing, meet By the… — Paul Hamilton Hayne Curves Copy Share Image
Happy the heart that keeps its twilight hour, And, in the depths of heavenly peace reclined, Loves to commune with thoughts of… — Paul Hamilton Hayne Communes Copy Share Image
