John Hay

(8 October 1838 – 1 July 1905 / Salem, Indiana)

John Hay Poems

1. A Challenge 1/4/2003
2. A Dream Of Bric-A-Brac 1/4/2003
3. A Haunted Room 1/4/2003
4. A Phylactery 1/4/2003
5. A Prayer In Thessaly 1/4/2003
6. A Triumph Of Order 1/4/2003
7. A Winter Night 1/4/2003
8. A Woman's Love 1/4/2003
9. Accidents 1/4/2003
10. After You, Pilot 1/4/2003
11. Atavism 1/4/2003
12. Banty Tim 1/4/2003
13. Benoni Dunn 1/4/2003
14. Blondine 1/4/2003
15. Boudoir Prophecies 1/4/2003
16. Centennial 1/4/2003
17. Christine 1/4/2003
18. Compensation 1/4/2003
19. Distichs 1/4/2003
20. Dreams 1/4/2003
21. Ernst Of Edelsheim 1/4/2003
22. Eros Ephemeris 1/4/2003
23. Esse Quam Videri 1/4/2003
24. Estrella 1/4/2003
25. Euthanasia 1/4/2003
26. Expectation 1/4/2003
27. God's Vengeance 1/4/2003
28. Golyer 1/4/2003
29. Helen's Star Stone 1/4/2003
30. How It Happened 1/4/2003
31. In A Graveyard 1/4/2003
32. In The Firelight 1/4/2003
33. Infinite Variety 1/4/2003
34. Is She Here? 1/4/2003
35. Israel 1/4/2003
36. Jim Bludso Of The Prairie Belle 1/4/2003
37. Lagrimas 1/4/2003
38. Liberty 1/4/2003
39. Lise-Amor 1/4/2003
40. Little Breeches 1/4/2003
Best Poem of John Hay

Atavism

O beauteous daughter of a mighty race!
In thy fair features and thy radiant eyes
Like bright clouds floating over brighter skies
The shadows of a glorious past we trace.
Framed in the oval of thy perfect face
Flit the pale belles of bygone centuries;
A hint of lawgivers and jurists lies
In that pure brow where strength is wed with grace.
And looking on thy profile's symmetry
A world-famed face across my memory comes,
'Neath the slouched hat a watching eagle's eye,
Where down the dusty line goes riding by,
With blare of trumpets and hoarse growl ...

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Atavism

O beauteous daughter of a mighty race!
In thy fair features and thy radiant eyes
Like bright clouds floating over brighter skies
The shadows of a glorious past we trace.
Framed in the oval of thy perfect face
Flit the pale belles of bygone centuries;
A hint of lawgivers and jurists lies
In that pure brow where strength is wed with grace.
And looking on thy profile's symmetry

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