Poems, complete, with an orig. mem. by R.H. Stoddard, Issue 7341875 |
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... fair way to be spoiled . They were proud of him , so foolishly proud , indeed , that nobody was permitted to do anything which could " break his spirit . " He must be his own master , they said , which was but another way of saying - He ...
... fair way to be spoiled . They were proud of him , so foolishly proud , indeed , that nobody was permitted to do anything which could " break his spirit . " He must be his own master , they said , which was but another way of saying - He ...
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... Fair maiden , let thy generous heart From its present pathway part not— Being everything which now thou art , Be nothing which thou art not . So with the world thy gentle ways , Thy unassuming beauty , Thy truth -- shall be a theme of ...
... Fair maiden , let thy generous heart From its present pathway part not— Being everything which now thou art , Be nothing which thou art not . So with the world thy gentle ways , Thy unassuming beauty , Thy truth -- shall be a theme of ...
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... " With Hope that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child That should have been thy bride- For her , the fair and debonair , That now so lowly lies , The life upon her yellow hair , But not within 8-2 LENORE . 115.
... " With Hope that flew beside , Leaving thee wild for the dear child That should have been thy bride- For her , the fair and debonair , That now so lowly lies , The life upon her yellow hair , But not within 8-2 LENORE . 115.
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... fair and stately palace— Radiant palace — reared its head . In the monarch Thought's dominion— It stood there ! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair ! Banners yellow , glorious , golden , On its roof did float and flow ...
... fair and stately palace— Radiant palace — reared its head . In the monarch Thought's dominion— It stood there ! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair ! Banners yellow , glorious , golden , On its roof did float and flow ...
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... fair palace door , Through which came flowing , flowing , flowing , And sparkling evermore , A troop of Echoes , whose sweet duty Was but to sing , In voices of surpassing beauty , The wit and wisdom of their king . But evil things , in ...
... fair palace door , Through which came flowing , flowing , flowing , And sparkling evermore , A troop of Echoes , whose sweet duty Was but to sing , In voices of surpassing beauty , The wit and wisdom of their king . But evil things , in ...
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Page 313 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Page 111 - thing of evil ! — prophet still, if bird or devil; — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore — • Is there — is there balm in Gilead — tell me — tell me, I implore ! " Quoth the raven,
Page 138 - In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Page 143 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Page 159 - Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and palaces and towers (Time-eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie.
Page 129 - Here once, through an alley Titanic Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul—- Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriae rivers that roll, As the lavas that restlessly roll Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole, That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole.
Page 242 - SCIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood 10 To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Page 132 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb By the door of a legended tomb; And I said - 'What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?
Page 30 - My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep, As it is lasting, so be deep! Soft may the worms about her creep! Far in the forest, dim and old, For her may some tall vault unfold Some vault that oft hath flung its black And winged panels fluttering back, Triumphant, o'er the crested palls, Of her grand family funerals...
Page 135 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...