{"1": {"fulltext": ".@##t iji^n\\nfulfil", "height": "3994", "width": "2381", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap. Copyright No.\\nmd\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "Pictoris Carmina", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "T o a Lunette\\nSweeter to ga/e and idly dream than toil\\nSee Page 70", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "PICTORIS CARMINA\\nv^\\nBY\\nFREDERIC CROWNINSHIELD\\nWITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY THE AUTHOR\\nNEW YORK\\nDODD, MEAD AND COMPANY\\nIHOO", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "Copyright^ igoo^ by\\nDoDD, Mead \u00c2\u00a3f Company\\nALL RIGHTS RESERVED\\n51591\\nLjovMiy ot Oortv\\nSEP 25 1900\\nCopyright \u00e2\u0080\u00a2otry\\nSECO^^O COPY.\\n0\u00c2\u00ab-.i v\u00c2\u00abi^ to\\nOHOt\u00c2\u00ab DIVISION,\\n^QT 1 8 I9Q0\\nUNIVERSITY PRESS JOHN WILSON\\nAND SON CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A.", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nSONNETS\\nPage\\nPrologue 3\\nThe Tonic 4\\nO Artist, speak 5\\nThe Reason 6\\nAfter the Play 7\\nDecember 8\\nTo MY Muse 9\\nDecadence 10\\nNational Art 11\\nThe Silent Wheel 12\\nEt in Arcadia Ego 13\\nMorning Hopes 14\\nThe Frame 15\\nThe Setting 16\\nThe Preface 17\\nTo Themis 18\\nSunday Vespers at S 19", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "Page\\nDays of Illness 20\\nValuations 21\\nReflections 22\\nDegrees of Charm I 23\\nDegrees of Charm II 24\\nTwo Windows 25\\nBrothers of the West. 26\\nThe Empire 27\\nA Della Robbia 28\\nCONVICTIONLESS 1 29\\nCONVICTIONLESS II 3O\\nTo Science 31\\nNot in Vain 32\\nWheat from Chaff 33\\nDid we but dare 34\\nMichelangelo Milton 35\\nTo A Portrait (New England Victrix) 36\\nDouble Hollyhocks 37\\nThe Remedy 38", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "Page\\nIn Hot Weather I 39\\nIn Hot Weather II 4\u00c2\u00b0\\nGiovanni I 4^\\nGiovanni II 4^\\nUnnatural Selection 43\\nCompetitions in Art 44\\nIlluminate, O Lord 45\\nVeiled River 4^\\nEvening at Stockbridge 47\\nRequiescam 48\\nClouds 49\\nItalian Sketches\\nI Lunghezza 5^\\nII S. Sabina 5^\\nHI The Olive 52\\nIV Reaction 53\\nV Pompeii 54\\nVI Villa Conti, Frascati 55\\nVII San Gimignano 5^\\nVll", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Page\\nItalian Sketches Continued\\nVIII On the Sacred Way, Rome 57\\nIX Roman Campagna 58\\nX To a Fountain 59\\nXI Epilogue 60\\nGrazie, Amico 61\\nMake Hay 62\\nThe Stronger Sex 63\\nWaiting 64\\nMountain-laurel I 65\\nMountain-laurel II 66\\nGall 67\\nDrawings from Life 68\\nDissolution 69\\nTo A Lunette 70\\nTo AN Engraving 71\\nA Prayer to the State 72\\nTo Merchant Princes I 73\\nTo Merchant Princes II 74\\nVlll", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Page\\nA Vision 75\\nConfidants 76\\nSwift Moods 77\\nSpenser 78\\nClear Skies 79\\nEventually 80\\nTo AN Old Model 81\\nFruit Invisible 82\\nA Cult 83\\nTo A Memorial Window I 84\\nTo A Memorial Window II 85\\nThe Permanence of Art 86\\nFalling Leaves 87\\nBackgrounds 88\\nIntricacy 89\\nO Night 90\\nAn October Sketch 91\\nGreen Age 92\\nTake not her Name in Vain 93\\nIX", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "Page\\nLate October 94\\nSuccess 95\\nTo Winged Eros 96\\nMidwinter 97\\nTo Boreas 98\\nEnthusiasm without Delusion 99\\nChristmas-time 100\\nTo England 10 1\\nThe Recompense 102\\nMISCELLANEOUS POEMS\\nQuelle Betise 105\\nA Song of the Garden 106\\nA Song of the River 108\\nA Song of the Sea no\\nTo Galenus 112\\nThe Choice 117\\nConsecrated Flowers 119", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Page\\nA Contrast 120\\nIn Autumn 121\\nHereafter 121\\nA Thought 121\\nMichelangelo 122\\nTo A Landscape 123\\nThrenody 125\\nAdieu 129", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "ILLUSTRATIONS\\nPage\\nTo A Lunette Frontispiece \u00e2\u0080\u00a2y\\nSweeter to gaze and idly dream than toil\\nTo A Portrait (New England Victrix) 12\\nAgainst a background cool of solemn green\\nGiovanni 24\\nSun-tempered peasant from Abruzzi s peaks\\nThe Olive 36\\nNaught is more lovely than the olive-tree\\nPompeii 46\\nOn many a morn athwart the slanting rays\\nVilla Conti, Frascati 60\\nCool villa Conti, thou hast been to me\\nTo A Fountain 82^\\nI know twin fountain-jets that tireless fling\\nDraw^ings from Life 112\\nThese drawings from the quick in black, or red\\nxm", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "SONNETS", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Quelle plume enviable que celle de ces peintres^ quand r occa-\\nsion s offre a eux de quitter la palette pour I ^encrier et de jeter un\\ncri du coeur Gazette des Beaux-Arts, Bernard Prost.\\nSuch words give needed heart to lay aside\\nThe wonted tools, and take the stranger pen.\\nAnd sing acceptably to lettered men\\nOf things one cannot limn, nor yet would hide.\\nPerchance the tropes of him who doth abide\\nIn bond to Nature and adore, or when\\nShe clouds and frets, or smiles and shines again,\\nMay wreathe his simple thoughts with comely pride.\\nAnd these sincerities, that have their root\\nIn raptured vision which mere speech transcends,\\nMay find their analogues in stately throng\\nOf winged bards. Yet some one might impute\\nA freshness to them. But if not His friends\\nWill know him better from his candid song.", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "THE TONIC\\nFrom time to time for health of soul tis well\\nTo live with Nature hermit-wise and drink\\nFrom stainless source to diagnose, nor shrink\\nFrom cold dissection in a lofty cell\\nWhence we relentless look on those who dwell\\nIn herds, blind for the dusty pack, nor blink\\nThe trending ultimate of men who think\\nThat they have found a Heaven in very Hell.\\nYes, it is wholesome now and then to steel\\nThe moral sense to wrestle not with man\\nFore man but on some scabrous mountain peak\\nAmong the clouds, to tune of thunder-peal.\\nTo wrestle with one s self before great Pan\\nAnd thus phylactered, men again to seek.", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "O ARTIST, SPEAK!\\nO Artist, speak thy genuine thoughts unawed\\nBy habits lack. Whatever thou hast to say\\nThy better reason s habit will betray\\nWhich operates on life, and hath ignored\\nEphemeral catch-words sheep-like men applaud.\\nThou hast conciseness gift thou dost obey\\nProportion s laws thou dost not pad for pay,\\nSince thou hast soul with vetoing beauties stored.\\nWhen thou art ravished by some fairy scene\\nAnd wouldst with transport other hearts subject.\\nConcentrate thou dost seek the thrilling clue\\nAnd note it with insistence nor dost screen\\nThe primal v/ith uneloquent effect\\nThat lessens it. Thou speakest clear and true.", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "THE REASON\\nI LOVE my lady for her beauteous face,\\nAnd flaunt the blazon of her bonny mien,\\nThen vauntingly proclaim her soul, unseen\\nTill I am shackled by her bonds of grace.\\nSweet Nature s face I love the clouds that race\\nFrom ridge to ridge, full-viewed by autumn s Queen\\nWaving her golden rods in scarlet sheen\\nNor seek I reason ethical. I trace\\nThe silhouette of some fair monument\\nEntranced. I love its face for symmetry\\nFor ratio pure of mass to residue\\nOf void for decoration pertinent.\\nAnd yet some sage, in self-sufficiency.\\nWill say tis beautiful because tis true.", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "AFTER THE PLAY\\nA SOMBRE piece, recalling harrowing days.\\nAye years, of cruel fratricidal strife\\nThat had for proem throbbing drum and fife.\\nAnd brass dementing, braided gold, and maze\\nEmbayonetted of youth s flower, and craze\\nOf girls hand-clapping the parade of life\\nDeemed charmed gainst scath. Alas, young loving\\nwife.\\nWhat change did bring thee that infernal blaze\\nFrom actuality that gaudless play\\nIn sickening acts the powder-grime the steel\\nThe lead of triple shriek, that strident tears\\nA cry unwilled from lips fast turning gray,\\nAnd thine own piercing scream, dear Heart and leal.\\nWhom adamantine Death unpitying spares", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "DECEMBER\\nAh, one by one my faiths the fairest fall.\\nWhich I had deemed inwoven in the woof\\nAnd warp of souls commercing neath the roof\\nOf friendship where we give our mutual all\\nConfidingly where franknesses do call\\nFor reciprocity wherein no proof\\nIs claimed, since from the Lie we hold aloof.\\nAnd by the Truth its right of life forestall.\\nSo fall the autumn s gauds before the gale\\nThat ramps from out the arctic skies of flint\\nAnd bares the sterling skeleton of things.\\nI love it not yet would I feel its pale\\nCold breath, and see in icy eye the glint\\nOf Verity, and hear its candid wings.", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "TO MY MUSE\\nSweep me, O shining clouds, oh sweep me swift\\nAbove the topmost passion s burning peak\\nTo my imperial Love. For I am weak\\nWith unattained desire, nor have I gift\\nSerene of Hope, nor can I plod with drift\\nOf commoners who would laborious seek\\nHer up the crags of Art, and fore her speak\\nThe never spoken word. O, clouds, uplift\\nMe kindly on your fleet, resplendent wings.\\nSwifter and whiter than the god-like bull\\nThat rapt Europa to enraptured meet.\\nLift me to where she stands, the offerings\\nOf Genius on her brow. Lift me on full\\nIllumined forms, that I may kiss her feet", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "DECADENCE\\nWhen fields are green with aftermath of Fall,\\nWhen trees parade in rich vermilioned dress.\\nWan exhalations from the vales possess\\nThe full, ripe forms of Earth, and cast a pall\\nImpalliding o er mellow hues. Withal\\nNot charmless but the charm that doth impress\\nPale fever on some deep-eyed shepherdess\\nNear Rome, who croons her morbid madrigal.\\nYet when the waxing sun with lusty rays\\nBurns into nothingness the vapors white.\\nAnd bares the splendent view of mount and lea.\\nThen gladsome Nature chants his ringing praise.\\nO, Life, consume the pale malarious blight\\nThat hangs o*er Art, and give us Sanity\\nlO", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "NATIONAL ART\\nWelcome the foreign aptitudes that reap\\nUs honor, westward borne on ravening prows\\nWhite-toothed and fleet, that ever sateless rouse\\nThe undulations of the glaucous deep\\nWelcome the alien blood that aye may keep\\nBy fresh infusion Life upon thy brows,\\nO Art Compatriot, my mystic Spouse,\\nAnd guard thee from content s anaemic sleep I\\nYet see to it thou dost not rash exceed\\nPrecision to inoculate, or ape\\nThy benefactors. Elsewise wilt thou lag\\nBehind the shining throng, nor hope to lead.\\nNor e en stand peer. If foremost thou must\\ndrape\\nThyself in starry folds, thy country s flag.\\nII", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "THE SILENT WHEEL\\nO er all, dull browns, wan umbers, and decay\\nEmbrowned the serrate outline of the drear\\nEscarped heights that leap abrupt from mere.\\nEntangled with the umbered husks which sway\\nTheir sapless tufts, not long ago so gay\\nAnd confident. Embrowned the selvage sere\\nOf road fair-trimmed with flowers when the year\\nWas full on which I take my sober way.\\nThen flashes past me on the silent wheel\\nThe radiance from a vivid, dazzling red\\nA jaunty habit worn by jaunty maid\\nLike scarlet poppies that unwelcome steal\\nAmong the ripening stalks. Now umbers shed\\nA glory, and my mien no more is staid\\n12", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "To a Portrait. {New England Victrix)\\nAgainst a background cool of solemn green\\nSee Page 36", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "ET IN ARCADIA EGO\\nTen thousand poets hymn the glories white\\nAnd rose of May, and myriad artists limn\\nThe gala boughs of fruiting trees and film\\nOf fresh-born green on rusty earth, where blight\\nOf frost has lain. The iterated sight\\nIs ever new. Conditions shift with whim\\nOf sun, or the elusive mood of him\\nWho e en mean things exalts with fancies dight.\\nTo-day no carnival of pink and blue.\\nThe petal gleaming on a lambent sky.\\nDark tell the fragrant blossoms gainst the sad\\nSea-nurtured clouds, while at my feet the hue\\nOf purple pensees tunes my thoughts to sigh\\nOf southern airs. And yet the thrush sings glad\\n13", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "MORNING HOPES\\nCould but the dew of silver-tinted morn,\\nAgleam with nascent light from orient sky.\\nRetain its sparkle fresh when noon is high,\\nAnd till the flaming orb, of radiance shorn.\\nGives place to night Could but our hopes new-born\\nHold true, and brave the beams reality-\\nEmits, and dusky-winged grief belie.\\nThus making day a never-ending dawn\\nWould not our fickle fate in turn betrayed\\nBy feather-footed joy, and pain more slow\\nExalted be in perpetuity\\nYet to enhance the light there should be shade,\\nYet to enjoy the sweet, we should taste woe.\\nAnd to attain to bliss, we needs must die.\\n14", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE FRAME\\nWere we to frame our pictures in such wise,\\nThat no enhancement would be duly lent\\nTo gracious subtleties on which was spent\\nOur flame we could not justly stigmatize\\nIndifference. When love-flushed lips and eyes\\nAre framed by massive golden hair, we vent\\nFrank, lavish praise. Yet were the tresses bent\\nO er noble brow less fair, not to the skies\\nShould we our Aphrodite laud. Oh, yes.\\nThe frame counts much. Ofttimes there rests on\\nsheet.\\nDisfigured by unsightly word or dress.\\nSome jewel smothered in the baneful reek.\\nThe skimming eye nor reads nor heeds. In waste\\nT is lost, or tainted by a noxious taste.\\n15", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "THE SETTING\\nIn the fresh cool of matutinal hour,\\n*Neath chestnuts dense that shield an Augustus sky.\\nWhat joy to climb in expectation high\\nTo mountain perch, to wilding native bower\\nOf some glazed Robbia, a pious dower\\nFrom Gratitude What bliss to sweep with eye\\nThe Tiber s plain, then mount in ecstasy\\nThe slope where dwelt the sweetest cloistral flower.\\nSeraphic Francis, and on Giotto s wall\\nTo view his tender zeal to right the wrong\\nWhat rapture t is to pass from hall to hall\\nAthirst, then burst upon the Stanze s song.\\nFramed in its very frame congenital\\nThis is the way that works of Art enthrall\\n16", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE PREFACE\\nAt twilight after storm, we buoyant greet\\nThe break of lucent green in sodden air;\\nThis is a harbinger, it will be fair/*\\nWe say, and on the morn, accoutred, meet\\nThe emblazoned day. My Art seems incomplete\\nBecause we should approach it up the stair\\nOf keen desire, and prelude should prepare\\nThe mind. But sudden view, or indiscreet\\nFarrago of massed works. Intention spoils.\\nIf we could but the wandering eye enslave\\nAs dramatist adroit the heart entraps\\nIn his ascending wilderment of toils\\nAnd lead it up the polished columned nave\\nInto the final Glory of the apse\\n17", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "TO THEMIS\\nIn summer when the night is clear and cold.\\nImpartial falls the dew a diamond sea\\nOn humble tre-foiled clover, stately tree.\\nAnd proud, wide leaves of blazing flower of gold,\\nTurning to thee, O Phoebus, while you hold\\nThe sky with flame unbiased. It may be\\nThat at some Orient gate, blind equity\\nIs dealt by spangled sultan uncontrolled.\\nWhom we deem truculent, yet at the core\\nKindlier, because more swift, perhaps more just\\nThan our protracting ministers of Law.\\nWe justice loving Saxons crown the bust\\nOf Themis, and with reverence place it o*er.\\nOh, not the Pauper s, but the Rich man s door\\ni8", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "SUNDAY VESPERS AT S\\nWhen willows quiver in the golden air.\\nWhen shadows prone athwart the silent leas\\nWeave purple strands soft-creeping by degrees\\nTowards the basking hills, then I, too, share\\nThe Peace of Seventh day, and unaware\\nOf sixfold fret, pass rapt neath reverent trees\\nInto the glooming navels solemnities.\\nImmersed in soothing atmosphere of prayer.\\nHere even I^ poor worldling, am enthralled\\nBy dighted memories that equalize\\nThe sunset glow from sanctities inwalled\\nBy some full-throated voice that throbbing cries\\nFrom organ-loft above the Robbia choir.\\nIf Heart is touched, why need the Brain inquire\\n19", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "DAYS OF ILLNESS\\nIn deepest shade of sombre, towering pines\\nPrimeval pinnacles I seem to lie\\nBeneath their canopy, which bars the sky.\\nAnd dark portentous mysteries confines\\nWithin its gloom. No ferns nor humid vines\\nThrust through the piled up needles, ages high!\\nNaught but the brake of branches sere that die\\nIn the dun sunless limbo, which defines\\nThe limits of a region yet more dim.\\nAnd more mysterious far. But world-ward near\\nIts gate, there gleams like flaming sword God-set\\nAt Eden s portal with the Cherubim,\\nA laurel-blaze the winged angels peer.\\nThither some day I may emerge not yet.\\n20", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "VALUATIONS\\nWhilst conning estimations absolute\\nOf genius made at various times, I note\\nThe widely varying values, that connote\\nStandards diverse mong those who would impute\\nPriority to idols. Now we hoot\\nDerisive these sure verdicts Yet remote\\nThe lesson which should serve as antidote\\nTo baneful measurements, indeed acute,\\nBut equally absurd. What craze to rank\\nThe unrankable Sufficeth it not to say\\nThis man is strong that man of purpose veils\\nHis strength and this one wept, while that one\\nshrank\\nFrom tears We wield dissection s knife to-day\\nMore apt but do we steadier hold the scales\\n21", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "REFLECTIONS\\nI LOOK upon the glassing river s face,\\nAnd see therein a mirrored pageantry.\\nThe amethystine clouds, the subtlety\\nSymphonic of the varied greens that grace\\nThe timbered banks and grassy interspace.\\nBut yet the vision is not effigy\\nExact of what hangs o er some entity\\nIs lost, while mere transmission doth efface\\nSome splendor, or of light, or deep-toned shade.\\nI look upon the face of a clear soul.\\nAnd see therein its image as t was made.\\nCandid and free from guile. Oh no The whole\\nIs never seen some shadow is concealed.\\nSome glowing whiteness is but half revealed\\n22", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "DEGREES OF CHARM\\nI\\nSay not this rendering of a graceful thought\\nIs bad, because twas born in florid days,\\nOr in the pseudo-classic time, when bays\\nCrowned dogmas, or when Macchinisti wrought\\nForeshortened prodigies, and science brought\\nTo wide expectant wall, that well may daze\\nThe best of us. If their bravura ways\\nNot ours be, ours not theirs, the true retort.\\nByzantium s saints askew on vitreous glare\\nOf dome impress by majesty august.\\nThen Art was dead. Not so rude at the start.\\nIt blooms, then deflorescent wanes, yet ne er\\nDies. Oft on high, as often in the dust.\\nAnd yet withal some charm so it be Art.\\n23", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "DEGREES OF CHARM\\nII\\nThe oak-leaf in Its bourgeon-days divine\\nIs fair, indeed, with fairness of the young,\\nWith comeliness of contrast keen, fresh-sprung\\nFrom shaggy veteran boughs immune. The fine\\nFull forms of growth attained, the scalloped line\\nThat marginates, the bluish glints among\\nThe sombre greens that shade cupped acorns, hung\\nAdjacent, e*en with ampler beauty shine.\\nAnd then Decadence comes the vinous reds\\nDeep dye the curling sapless leaf, and blaze\\nRich harmonies that compensate. The late\\nWan browns resplendent shine on turquoise beds\\nOf heaven. At last in sere and crumpled phase\\nIt falls, and serves itself to reinstate.\\n24", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "Giovanni\\nSun-tempered peasant from Abruzzi s peaks\\nSek Page 41", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "TWO WINDOWS\\nWhen sunbeams mellow grow, and mellowing fade.\\nWhen in the gloom of unachieved desire\\nI pose my tools, when the creative fire\\nIs spent then through the tepid crescent shade\\nOf May rise from the street the throb of trade.\\nAnd jar of wheels, their cries who hawk the mire\\nOf daily sheets, the frenzied tramp of buyer,\\nOf him who seeks, of him who would evade.\\nAnother casement looks towards westering sun\\nO er convent garden green. Through leafy throng\\nPour waves of music from the virgins veiled.\\nWith organ strains. While I, erstwhile undone.\\nNow weltering in the pulsing tide of song\\nSee peerless things, e en where my hand had failed.\\n25", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "BROTHERS OF THE WEST\\nOft, kinsmen of the West, you speak as though\\nWe brothers, who indwell on orient shore,\\nWe of the East, who you but yester bore,\\nWere aliens, and variations racial show,\\nSuch as the herder neath high Alpine snow\\nOf Piedmont shows to swain who basks near hoar,\\nArchaic Selinuntine shafts. No more\\nIs he who tends the olives terraced row.\\nOverlooking margins blue of soft Proven9e,\\nLike him who sees La Manche s white-caps flow\\nYet of one country Italy and France.\\nAnd we, blood brothers if we will it know\\nOur ties consanguined must the State advance.\\nThe seeds of universal Manhood sow.\\n26", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE EMPIRE\\nHow dare we brand this polished classic Art,\\nAs passionless and pale, a livid light\\nFrom Roman flame as though a ghastly blight\\nLay on the ardent band who would impart\\nIts feeling rapturous, the throb of heart\\nFor chastened form, its furious delight\\nIn calm as if it had no well-won right\\nTo claim of recognition its due part!\\nHow dare we hound as formalists of stone,\\nCanovas, Davids, Perciers and their kin\\nFor they were honest and they, too, were blown\\nAmain by an afflatus genuine.\\nThey were as fiery in their coldness pure.\\nAs hottest of us all. Their fame is sure.\\n27", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "A BELLA ROBBIA\\nAt this full season of the burdened year,\\nMy thoughts are framed like Robbia relief\\nWith fruit and haughty flower, with needle-leaf\\nAnd resined cone of lofty spruce, with sere\\nRipe grain upright, and lowlier plants that near\\nThe furrows creep despised yet past belief\\nFor bloom these kitchen Cinderellas. Chief\\nAmong them note the flaming yellow sphere\\nBeneath huge leaves then note the tight-coiled ball,\\nIts foliage purple-tinged with pallid veins,\\nBearing a sordid name I dare not call.\\nPerchance this wreath of varied products frames\\nSome sweet Madonna with the lengthened eye.\\nSupremely tender. Who shall say Not I\\n28", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "CONVICTIONLESS\\nI\\nTo-day I thrill in glint of morning hour\\nAt open fields, and hills that nobly sweep.\\nTheir emerald clearings, their massed foliage deep\\nCasting blue tufted shades a jeweled bower!\\nTo-morrow, lo, these vivid clusters lower\\nBeneath the white south wind, and willows weep\\nDull tears compliantly. Again they sleep\\nEnveiled in mists of mildest summer shower.\\nAnd with these changings of the protean air\\nMy mood keeps equal pace in swift caprice\\nFor now the pensive tones out-laugh the gay\\nEnfeted fields begemmed and now despair\\nInscrutable uplooms, while flowers cease\\nTo radiate in light, and all seems gray.\\n29", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "CONVICTIONLESS\\nII\\nAnd if with high endeavor long sustained.\\nWe would portray the sweeping line of height.\\nAnd multiform exuberance of bright\\nWide fields, the gem-like glints, the grasses grained\\nWith russet reds, the fringe around the untrained\\nGold-hearted daisies then with all our might\\nWe must unswerving keep in constant sight\\nOur primal throb, immaculate, unstained.\\nIf he who would create is daily swayed\\nBy some ephemeral whim, some fashion s freak.\\nSome glamour shed by dominating glare,\\nConvictionless he 11 wander on paths frayed\\nIn a blind maze, nor tread Parnassus peak.\\nNor feel the bays. Naught but the passing stare.\\n30", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "TO SCIENCE\\nIn the World s race, O Science, you sore strain\\nOur credence with the miracles that bring\\nGreat gain perchance not bliss. And you do\\nwring\\nEjaculations sharp from us, who crane\\nThe neck to reach a cornice-crest, till brain\\nStaggers at BabeFs dream achieved. You string\\nA subtle web from crag to crag, a thing\\nSecure o er which may pass the pond rous train\\nPropelled by vapor mere. And score on score\\nOf wonderments you fling through the land s length\\nAnd breadth. But must Uncouthness mate with\\nForce\\nWould Beauty mar What of the Gods of yore.\\nThose virile athletes fair, whose flawless strength\\nLay in the harmonies of limb and torse\\n31", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "NOT IN VAIN\\nHow leaps the jaded flesh to call of will\\nWhene er it strikes the clarion note of need.\\nWhether to help some nameless broken reed.\\nOr importunities of self fulfill\\nThe smooth machine purls swiftly on until\\nSome trifling flaw, or something over-keyed\\nWill snap it. But sore may the body bleed\\nNigh spent with pain, yet never cease to thrill.\\nEarth s forces in their awful throes upheave\\nHer rind, and variegate the wildered eye s\\nHorizon show where sparkling metals cleave\\nTo hard alloy declare what men most prize.\\nWhat they should shun. Perforce we must believe\\nOur utmost efforts a provision wise.\\n32", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "WHEAT FROM CHAFF\\nAlas, poor Art, thou hast become the goal\\nFor waifs, malingerers, stragglers from the line\\nOf strenuous men who gladly pay the fine\\nThat competence exacts, men sound of soul\\nWho question not the cost that makes the whole\\nOf Life a stress, yet Victory. And thine\\nThe shame that thou shouldst court the specious\\nshine\\nOf silken cant, of verbiage fair Enroll\\nNot in thy band this masquerading crew\\nOf fribbling men, nor yet the dames who prate\\nHysterical. Oh, Beatific Art,\\nSave not this jetsam from the bark of true\\nIntent sole let thy servants stanch be freight.\\nAnd guide the quivering keel to favoring mart\\n33", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "DID WE BUT DARE!\\nThe savage thunderbolt in furious swoop\\nExcoriates and rifts with stunning roar\\nThe patient, fearless peaks that calmly soar\\nInto the clouds array, and its red whoop\\nOf war catch and fling back, in echoing troop\\nOf bass reverberations, to the hoar\\nAstounded mists. What bearing of these more\\nThan human things, which to no meanness stoop\\nDared we but stop and brand the obvious lie\\nThat s daily thundered by some fetished tongue.\\nAnd hurl it Cain-marked to the gaping mass\\nDared we deride the wrath of Sanctity\\nFore-guarded by the assent which holds among\\nThe sheep-like crowd then Truth for Truth\\nmight pass\\n34", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "MICHELANGELO MILTON\\nI vE often mused beneath the frescoed vault.\\nWhereon the austere Tuscan has unrolled\\nCreation s cycle, and in manifold\\nCompartments, deftly planned, Man s primal Fault\\nAnd Fall has wrought in forms which so exalt\\nThe soul, that neither lazuli nor gold\\nWe miss, till then the law. The heroic mould\\nSuffices and soft grays, in glad default\\nOf garish splendor. And while musing so.\\nThe thought has come, that he who trumpets sound\\nAugust, and sings in monumental line\\nThe same great epopee, nor yet below\\nThe Angelo in flight, may here have found\\nSome inspiration for his high design.\\n35", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "TO A PORTRAIT\\n(new ENGLAND VICTRIx)\\nAgainst a background cool of solemn green\\nThat holds its hue of life in teeth of blasts\\nWhich kill less hardy growths, and kindly casts\\nDeep grateful shade in heated terms a Queen\\nShe stands, blonde daughter of the pine, in mien\\nBoth grave and sweet, erect as soaring masts\\nHewn in her native woods. As long as lasts\\nHer kind the Nation s safe. For that serene\\nPresence holds character, and truth, and will\\nUnswerving to enact the right. And yet\\nNot will alone Swift through the dusky air\\nShoots an aggressive beam and a bright frill\\nOf light enwreathes the larch-crowned hair, a fret\\nOf gold Oh azure eyes Oh bosom fair\\n36", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "The Olive\\nNaught is more lovely than the olive-tree\\nSee Page 52", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "DOUBLE HOLLYHOCKS\\nWhen after procreant rains in warm July,\\nThe clear septentrion breezes scintillate.\\nMy double hollyhocks gay pennons fete\\nThe freshened verdure with infinity\\nOf petals crumpled in avidity\\nTo flaunt like peacock vain to court his mate.\\nLess braggart are they when in single state.\\nYet fairer in their plastic eurythmy.\\nIn reading some old volume long forgot\\nNeath lava streams from Man s eruptive mind,\\nI startle at some pregnant pithiness\\nGarbed tersely in sonorous phrases, not\\nIn verbiage pedantic, oft designed\\nTo cloak some stale idea with copious dress.\\nZ7", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "THE REMEDY\\nAbsorbing sunbeams on a westward slope.\\nObliquely watching changes in the sky.\\nMy garden grows in blooming symmetry.\\nIts full- toned tessellations fairly cope\\nWith the eternal pictures planned by Pope\\nPaschalis, deathless Rome to glorify.\\nYet by intensest culture this so high\\nEstate is reached my consummated hope.\\nIf our good Ship of State can keep afloat,\\nAnd fetch in foaming windward thrash the port\\nThat s now invisible if we can sight\\nA culture wide-diffused, which would connote\\nThe only guarantee against the sort\\nOf Law the tyrant few devise All s right\\n38", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "IN HOT WEATHER\\nI\\nIt often happens that the tide of heat\\nRolls densely o er a crowded city s face\\nWith fiery ruthlessness, and the foul place\\nSun-saturated bakes, e en when trade s beat\\nHas ceased at night, while myriad restless feet\\nTramp on, and flesh adust that would efface\\nItself, like Dives crieth out for grace\\nFrom finger-tip dipped in cool water sweet.\\nHast ever, feeling thus, to ocean s shore\\nBeen swift translated, and the mighty reach\\nOf white unnumbered sands caught sudden view?\\nAnd heard enrapt the lengthening raucous roar\\nOf the incomparable sea on beach\\nAnd felt its aqueous breath, and lived anew\\n39", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "IN HOT WEATHER\\nII\\nOr yet again alight from stifling train\\nHast deep inhaled the even-tide s cool breeze\\nAnd marked the rustling of the surcharged trees\\nIn lushest June; and hearkened the refrain\\nOf pliant hssom leaves that dance amain\\nIn twilight cool to quickening wind that frees\\nItself from bosky heights; and seen broad seas\\nOf waving grass, and tall, blue-bending grain\\nOh Painter, you can give the afterglow\\nFrom sun, the pallid flood of ambient light.\\nThe wooded hills, the trees where birdling sings.\\nAnd waving grass, and corn blue-bending low\\nBut ah, the ecstatic fragrance of the night!\\nThe exhalations from the heart of things\\n40", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "GIOVANNI\\nI\\nSun-tempered peasant from Abruzzi s peaks\\nOf trembling rose cooled by cerulean stain\\nFrom lazy clouds, thou comest to the plain\\nOf triple-crowned tiara plain that reeks\\nWith immortalities, where captive Greeks\\nVictoriously uphold the lordly strain\\nOf Rome, and Art Renascent not in vain\\nContends. Thou seekest him who ever seeks\\nFair forms to realize. And thou art proud\\nTo be his means, and eat thy frugal meal.\\nA model for the simple life, oh, wooer\\nOf graces let him pose. Vie not with loud\\nPhilistine flare. To thy pure lights be leal\\nFor Art unyielding must needs aye be poor.", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "GIOVANNI\\nII\\nWise Sadi tells us Poverty can find\\nWith Allah no acceptance. Wandering prayers\\nReach not his gracious ear. But he that fares\\nIn ease, can give entirety of mind.\\nOh, Father, who precedence hast assigned\\nIn paradise to Sacrifice, the tares\\nThy servants opulent transferring wares\\nTo thee in easy ratio have designed\\nTo check our better growth these tares destroy,\\nAnd grant us ready wit with righteous pride,\\nA two-edged blade, to stand against the rife\\nEffrontery of Gold, that in its joy\\nOf arrogant possession would deride\\nUs Us who lead the elevated Life.\\n42", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "UNNATURAL SELECTION\\nThe lordly Iris, guarded by its blades.\\nWe cultivate for its imperial hue\\nTouched with aureolin. It native blew\\nIn far Japan, till by fair favoring trades\\nT was wafted here. The rich flamboyant shades\\nOf oriental Poppy pale the crew\\nThat lesser would compete. Content we view\\nThis primacy that e en proud things degrades.\\nThe timid Violet we raise and love\\nNot for its diffidence, but its supreme\\nAroma and so on always the best.\\nYet when it comes to man, those who above\\nThe average tower, pass on. Of Gods we dream.\\nAnd live by mediocrity oppressed\\n43", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "COMPETITIONS IN ART\\nIt must be wormwood to those urgent men\\nWho would to competition aye resort.\\nAnd gauge by numbers the poetic thought\\nThat there s no deity within their ken\\nWho may contest our Benefactor when\\nHe moulds the graceful surfaces that court\\nThe carping eye with color and extort\\nIts praise. They must reluctant say amen/\\nYea, the supremest flowers, the amplest fruit\\nClaim the enrichment of their special soil,\\nCongenial airs, protection from the stress\\nAnd tumult of the storm, degrees that suit.\\nMost loving vigilance and tender toil.\\nWeeds thrive in earth that serves the striving press.\\n44", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "ILLUMINATE, O LORD!\\nWhen we awake at night a keener sense\\nOf coming ills that in the glare of day-\\nDance airily on many a fatuous ray\\nOf specious light our eerie thoughts condense\\nTo concrete fears, gainst which our sole defence\\nSeems sempiternal sleep. Yet ashen gray\\nOf chilly dawn shall scarce have passed away.\\nWhen glossing sun will deftly lure them hence\\nAs every morn it lures the glistering dew.\\nThe glossing sun Then surely this would mean\\nThat beauty masks the truth, and man sees right\\nWhen all His works are veiled. If such be true\\nDeceive no more, O Lord, with garish sheen,\\nBut shed thy Spirit pure o er day and night.\\n45", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "VEILED RIVER\\nIn my fair land there colls a river dear\\nThrough flower-garnished meads nor has it mate\\nElsewhere. Slowly it rolls deliberate\\nIn dark rimmed sluggish swirls from weir to weir,\\nLike halcyon moments of a vexed career\\nTwixt storm and storm. Soft willows marginate\\nIts banks, and build high cloisters foliate.\\nTheir branches groin the airy hemisphere\\nBedimmed, and shed a soothing tone of low.\\nMysterious green, relieved by welcome note\\nOf piercing blue. Could I but smooth my brow\\nImmured in such a shrine, and watch the flow\\nOf levities, as buoyant nothings float\\nAdown the tide fain would I take the vow\\n46", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "Pompeii\\nOn many a morn athwart the slanting rays\\nSke Pagk 54", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "j\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0\u00e2\u0096\u00a0y I\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2i\\n1\\nCSSCSSPBk/\\n^3i\\n,1^\\nmi", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "EVENING AT STOCKBRIDGE\\nThe sun has slipped behind the voided cloud,\\nBut nov/ distended with the wrath of storm.\\nThat spent its copious self upon the warm\\nAwaiting earth and violet vapors shroud\\nThe flowering, incensed meads, the hills low-browed.\\nSweet notes from distant chimes melodious swarm^\\nLike flight of tuneful birds, and soft inform\\nWith Peace the soul in contemplation bowed.\\nThe storm of fiery years has spent its force,\\nWhereof the memory vague is but a shred\\nOf mournful gray, mere leaden fret on sheen\\nOf joy. While nearward in their rhythmic course\\nFloat dulcet echoes of the things well said\\nOr done, nor jarred by clanging might have been.\\n47", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "REQUIESCAM\\nThe lights are out, all out, and I, alone.\\nAm groping in the dense Cimmerian night\\nAmong mute things nor can I guide aright\\nMy course by touch habitual, nor tone\\nOf wonted voice. Naught but spent stock or stone\\nTo be my Pharos flame. The mouldering blight\\nOf apathy is mine, which clouds the bright\\nResponsive stars studding the welkin s zone\\nAglow with alien fire, like to the kind\\nMoist eyes that beam with kindling sympathy\\nWhen we present our best, and ever keep\\nUs to true trend. Ah, when the love enshrined\\nIs veiled by ashen lids, when in the sky\\nThe stars no more respond then let me sleep.\\n48", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "CLOUDS\\nI WOULD not dwell in Allah s paradise,\\nIn fruitful gardens neath which rivers flow.\\nThat irrigate the incensed flowers that grow\\nEnamored toward uninterrupted skies.\\nFor I should miss the rains that fertilize\\nThe deep-blue shadows on the plains below\\nSwift coursing clouds like waves when sea-winds\\nblow\\nAnd purple play on emerald wolds that rise.\\nAnd I should miss the heavy masses dun\\nOf some embattled wall, or clustered trees\\nOn cumulative vapors opaline\\nAnd yearn for ruby fret o er setting sun,\\nOr pearly mists that greet the dawn s cool breeze.\\nOr noon-day gems set in the sapphirine.\\n49", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "ITALIAN SKETCHES\\nI _ LUNGHEZZA\\nI KNOW not if these ardent studies made\\nIn fair, heroic Italy be fraught\\nWith pleasure greater than the pain sweet thought\\nOf prototype oft brings, since day I bade\\nFarewell. The keen remembrance does not fade,\\nNor needs inadequate portrayals wrought\\nIn feverish fervor by a fancy caught\\nWith charm. Alas, they goad the unallayed\\nDesire to feel again. This bit was done\\nOn the Tiburtine road. Red poppies strew\\nThe pallid fruiting grass, a swaying blaze\\nTo breeze. Long granaries that gleam in sun,\\nWith alternating piers and voids, on blue\\nOf Apennine, gleam, too, with radiant days.\\n5\u00c2\u00b0", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "ITALIAN SKETCHES\\nII S. SABINA\\nT IS said Saint Dominic, that trumpet-call\\nTo torpid souls, did plant an orange-tree\\nThat foliates and fruits in secrecy\\nWithin a cloistered garden near a tall.\\nSquare, storied tower, which dominates with wall\\nOf mediaeval craft th acclivity-\\nRising abrupt o er swirls that seek the sea.\\nIn tawny mass from Umbrian vales they fall.\\nHere in the dreamy month of languid May,\\nI limned the plumed palm, and grafted tree\\nWhose glossy leaves and fragrant bridal flowers\\nLike diamonds glinted in the matin ray.\\nO Heart, when icy blast congealeth thee,\\nHow long I for those sunny cloistered bowers I\\nSI", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "ITALIAN SKETCHES\\nIII THE OLIVE\\nNaught is more lovely than the olive-tree.\\nOr when it casts its ashy cloud of green\\nIn fairy featheriness on lazuline\\nSea-waves, or climbs the slopes that sweeping free\\nUpsoar from some far-reaching, fertile lea\\nTo purple lofts or when its silver sheen\\nPlays to the wind against the celestine.\\nOr lulls in shades of verdant mystery.\\nThe weird anatomy of limb and trunk.\\nConvolved and riven with age secular\\nTo which our gnarled apples saplings seem\\nCause wonder that a moss-grown stock, so sunk\\nIn sere decrepitude, should prove no bar\\nTo fruitage fresh nor Age to fair young dream.\\n5\u00c2\u00bb", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "ITALIAN SKETCHES\\nIV\u00e2\u0080\u0094 REACTION\\nWhat splendid strength of tones in that gray wall\\nWhat deep intensity of blue, enforced\\nBy contrast with the vivid vapors horsed\\nTo western wind What darkness of the tall\\nCommanding cypress, the grand seneschal\\nOf this great color- feast, a holocaust\\nTo sensuous eye, that does not quick exhaust\\nItself in flare, and then to blackness fall\\nBut like the foaming rain-bowed cataract\\nPours out perennial glory into space\\nHow far we are, poor men, in strength below\\nNature robust We force, and then react\\nWe launch our tensest efforts, and then brace\\nOurselves to meet the dreaded counter-blow\\n53", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "ITALIAN SKETCHES\\nV POMPEII\\nOn many a morn athwart the slanting rays\\nI Ve ridden from my Eden-like abode\\n*Mid orange-groves, down to the whitened road\\nThat cleaves the laughing plain, which in those\\ndays\\nThe younger Pliny has portrayed the craze\\nOf wild-eyed Terror trampled. Pleasure sowed\\nAnd pale Death reaped, while through the blackness\\nglowed\\nFrom unsuspected mount the fatal blaze.\\nYet in the streets exhumed of that dead town,\\nWhich lay for eons *neath the pumice-sea\\nEngulfed or in some peristyle still rife\\nWith tints that gleam against the boding frown\\nOf fuming crater^s cloud, it seems to me\\nLess sad than in the living city s strife.\\n54", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "ITALIAN SKETCHES\\nVI VILLA CONTI, FRASCATI\\nCool villa Conti, thou hast been to me\\nA rare retreat from Phoebus brazen rays.\\nAnd leaden cares, and fears of anxious days.\\nAs breeze-caressed o er Rome s terrestrial sea\\nWhere Peter s dome uplifts the soaring key\\nTo heaven I look or neath thy ilex maze,\\nBronze-tinted, gnarled, exultingly I gaze\\nOn plash of silvery jet, drought s threnody.\\nThy sculptured forms grotesque, thy gay arcades\\nExpressions of a baser taste than ours.\\nAnd storied terrace cleft by white cascades\\nHave all been softened by the touch of time.\\nSo ripening age youth s vehemence endowers\\nWith mellowing traits, and moulds the man sublime.\\n55", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "ITALIAN SKETCHES\\nVII SAN GIMIGNANO\\nAh, it is long ago that in youth s blush\\nI turned an angle of the rising way\\nAnd caught the astounding glimpse of towers array,\\nWhich rise from wall-girt hill like startled flush\\nOf birds into the Tuscan sky, and brush\\nThe zenith s blue with crumbling weathered gray.\\nUpon their crests it might be yesterday\\nThat steeled factions smote but for the hush.\\nThe marveling eye rests on a stage full-stocked\\nWith all the properties a play presage\\nA stage whereon no histrion appears.\\nYet in this mediaeval pyx are locked\\nThe living deeds of that romantic age.\\nAnd sacred memories of my young years.\\nS6", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "ITALIAN SKETCHES\\nVIII\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ON THE SACRED WAY, ROME\\nOnly two notes the unutterable blue\\nOn cloud-swept firmament, and the intense\\nSun-sodden ochres glaring from the immense\\nBare pile of Constantine, from residue\\nOf once incrusted shrines, and old, yet new\\nFa9ade of Saint Francescas temple whence\\nThe tawny travertine rays complements\\nOf tone against the glaucous sky. Aye, two\\nNotes only blue ineffable and gold\\nThe heavens unalterable and the ash\\nFrom man consumed the basking monuments\\nOf erst impassioned worldlings, and the cold\\nIndifference of speechless skies to crash\\nOf States. Yet what entoned magnificence\\n57", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "ITALIAN SKETCHES\\nIX ROMAN CAMPAGNA\\nSometimes I think it is the test of taste,\\nThe appreciation of the plain that sweeps\\nFrom Tyrrhene sea to where Gennaro sleeps\\nSerene, and aureoles the city traced\\nBy wolf-bred hand. The undulating waste.\\nWhose flowering hummocks are but rounded heaps\\nOf pillaged splendors, wrecks patrician, steeps\\nIn gloom the mind that broods on uneflFaced\\nEnormities. But tone and perfect line\\nAre all I see when breaks the unrivaled view\\nThe madders, golds, and tints incarnadine.\\nEach in their month, with the diviner hue\\nOn Sabine mounts, and aqueducts straight, fine.\\nAnd lessening flight into the far-oflF blue.\\n58", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "ITALIAN SKETCHES\\nX TO A FOUNTAIN\\nI KNOW twin fountain-jets that tireless fling\\nGreat iridescent plumes of restless foam\\nInto the even smalt of August s dome\\nThat brooks no cloud, nor indrawn mists which\\nwing\\nFrom distant strip of sea like turquoise string\\nOn queenly, olive neck of girls whose home\\nO erlooks the plain of vineyard-girdled Rome\\nWhile streperous cicadas shrilly sing.\\nThe spray refalls in wide translucent sheets\\nInto a mossy bowl of travertine,\\nFrom thence to basin rimmed with balustrade\\nSoft-stained by age. Here some blithe satyr meets\\nHis sylvan mate in mystic intertwine\\nOf ilex deep, by wind-blown foam-flocks sprayed.\\n59", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "ITALIAN SKETCHES\\nXI EPILOGUE\\nThink not I love ye less my native hills\\nThat on your crests no time-worn tower stands.\\nNor crenelated cap, nor marbled bands\\nAlternate on a fane, wherein man fills\\nHis heart with tenderness that by your rills\\nNo villa, cypress-sentineled, expands\\nIts stuccoed wings in festive, sparkling strands\\nOf light, and from the air blue shade distills.\\nIf ye are modeled with less stately mien.\\nIf ye in winter wear repellent frown,\\nThink not I love ye less for I adore\\nYour summer lushness, the transcendent green\\nO er intervale, the mountains foliate crown.\\nAnd swift expression of sweet Nature s law.\\n60", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Villa Contiy Frascati\\nCool villa Conti, thou hast been to me\\nSee Page 55", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "GRAZIE, AMICO!\\nWhen all he knew were on the other side.\\nWorld-prone to say the fault was his alone,\\nAnd scoffed a nature quick as fluff, that s blown\\nFrom seeding plants, to feel the rising tide\\nOf Auster s breath the speech that wounds just\\npride\\nWhen blood abjured its debts, when love had flown.\\nAnd stanch-built buttressed friendships been o er-\\nthrown.\\nWhen summer s fruits oozed gall, and insects lied\\nIn song, which chirped erewhile so sweet a note\\nAnd true, that tired brain was lulled to rest\\nWhen all was lost, and naught seemed worth the\\nwhile.\\nThou didst not say with them There is a mote\\nBeneath thy lids, but uttered words thrice blest.\\nAnd pressed the hand God help thee for that\\nsmile\\n6i", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "MAKE HAY\\nCapricious summer flies when I am sure\\nThat she has come complacently to stay,\\nEnflowered like the silks of deft Cathay\\nOn her inwoven dress sweet and demure,\\nYet warm withal while I myself secure\\nIn confidence inept! And now the gray\\nImbues the landscape in the pensive way\\nThat did a tender school of France allure.\\nBut hold I feel the wakening southern air.\\nAnd see the light-bursts on the leafy height\\nAnd scent the stronger fragrance from the fields.\\nLo, there she is again, my darling Fair\\nIn her embroidered gown Now will she slight\\nMe Nay, to fatuous love she gracious yields.\\n62", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "THE STRONGER SEX\\nThink you the forum, or the badge of state.\\nOr steel would bring you increment of power\\nO sovereign woman soft, whom in an hour\\nSelect our benefactor did create\\nDefenceless to defend her girded mate\\nFrom his fell frowardness, and shift his lower\\nForbidding to consent by soothing shower\\nOf moods, by inarticulate debate\\nWhich hath the greater potency for good.\\nThe soft persuasive airs that work their charm\\nIn furrows waiting *neath their crusted hood\\nFor spring or chill assertive gusts that would\\nInvigorate and yet work naught but harm?\\nThe telling bolt is flung when seas are calm.\\n63", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "WAITING\\nHow soft the darkling eve The sluggish cloud\\nYields copious rain, the drooping months arrear,\\nAnd sated earth beholden would appear\\nTo match the largess with its rising shroud\\nOf summer mists that cool the parched crowd\\nOf Hfe. Afar the lights that promise cheer\\nAnd cordial welcome to the kinsman dear\\nWho *s heralded by shriek of whistle loud.\\nNow lower the key. By sympathetic sight\\nOf harassed hearts, suppose the thundering train\\nBore not the living, but a corpse this night,\\nA hero dead, or a poor broken brain\\nWorn out in humbler strife. Then would yon light\\nSeem funeral torch, and brackish tears the rain\\n64", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "MOUNTAIN-LAUREL\\nI\\nYou flaunt, O Mountain-laurels, at the feet\\nOf stern impassive pines that darkly loom\\nInto the ringing blue, your flashing bloom.\\nPink-fluted buds in clusters dense make sweet\\nAccord with blossoms fretted like the neat\\nAnd airy fabrics dainty maids assume\\nIn summer time, and change New England s gloom\\nInto the radiance of those lands where meet\\nThe red pomegranate, and the snow and flame\\nOf oleander, to inlace their sheaves.\\nO, Laurels, how we hopeless yearn for you\\nNot for the gleam of clustered flowers nor claim\\nWe fluted buds. We crave the sombre leaves\\nThat crown the brows of the immortal few\\n6S", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "MOUNTAIN-LAUREL\\nII\\nAnd who the few that wear the deathless crown,\\nWhose brows seem aureoled beneath the green.\\nSo candidly they shine These reign serene\\nBy cumulative years consent adown\\nThe decades long. See the great clouds that frown\\nIn piled up involutions, ranged between\\nThe zenith and the hills in shade and sheen.\\nCalled Cumulus. On such a mass Renown\\nAssured must rest. But when we cross the tide\\nOf Stygian stream, and still world-scented make\\nThrough asphodel inquiries for the smug\\nPuffed Czars who did complacently abide\\nWith us, and profitable sceptre shake,\\nThe nether Gods will blandly stare and shrug.\\n66", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "GALL\\nT IS not the bondage of incessant toil\\nThat hurts not that since idleness conceals\\nThe patient canker-germ that sure reveals\\nIts poison soon or late. Work is but foil\\nTo pleasure, and content the sweet recoil\\nFrom flashing stroke thrust home, well done, that\\nsteels\\nThe flesh. The furrow or humped back appeals\\nTo pity, not to crime, on our free soil.\\nBut of potentialities rob man\\nSay unto him, Thou shalt not be of us,\\nThou canst not rule, thou hast the taint of caste.\\nThat is what hurts, and that the cursed ban\\nWhich makes him hate, and plot the infamous\\nAssassination. God must such wrong last\\n67", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "DRAWINGS FROM LIFE\\nThese drawings from the quick in black, or red,\\nDelight, because without reserve they yield\\nFirst-fruits of fiery thought yet unannealed\\nBy cooling exigent of over-bred\\nFinality because they give a shred,\\nA bit consummate in itself, and sealed\\nWith personality, oft unrevealed\\nIn sacrifice called picture. Warranted\\nThey are to evidence the strength, or lack\\nOf that trained faculty, control of form.\\nUntouched by savage passion for the glow\\nFrom opulence a gift the fumbling pack\\nIgnores and yet of lofty art the norm\\nA gift the greatest masters always show.\\n6S", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "DISSOLUTION\\nOh, Death, why should thy pallid blossom yield\\nSuch loathsome fruit, that gainst the will we shrink\\nFrom cherished forms, which ere they reached the\\nbrink\\nOf fate, roamed radiantly life s pulsing field.\\nCould we but shun thy gruesome rites revealed.\\nThy functions grim, the touch by hands unclean,\\nThe smothered fumes by counter-fumes more keen\\nOf spicy plants and yet but half concealed\\nCould we but mask the facts with glozing art,\\nAnd cast a glorious halo round the dead\\nFit tribute to fit life and let the end\\nA resurrection be Then might we part\\nResigned, aglow with sweet lament, not dread\\nAs when afar we lose a well-loved friend.\\n69", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "TO A LUNETTE\\nSweeter to gaze and idly dream than toil.\\nAnd with averted eye from tools that irk,\\nAbsorb the anodyne delights that work\\nNor fret begot of beam from fecund soil\\nAnd lassitudes delicious which soft coil\\nAround the will, as noiseless serpents lurk.\\nThen twine their spell-bound prey. Dreams clear\\nthe murk\\nOf care, as clears fierce crest-curls calming oil.\\nAlert to imitate the phases fleet\\nOf light or line with brush, were but to lose\\nTheir charm. The medley wild of visions trapped\\nIn Procrustesian verse were tame. To steep\\nIn ink sweet ecstasies were gall. Why bruise\\nThe enchantment of a contemplation rapt", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "TO AN ENGRAVING\\nEach cloudless morn I greet the sturdy sun\\nThat shoots obliquely through the leaded panes\\nHis vital rays, and shower of gold-dust rains\\nUpon a picture that erst shed on one\\nI loved its calmness. She, alas, has run\\nHer gentle course but graven line maintains\\nIts charm ineffable. What chasteness reigns\\nO er the fond mother and the haloed son\\nWhat sweet sereness in her Umbrian face\\nHow blond the infant pressed to Virgin s heart\\nE en lack of color lends an added grace.\\nNo reproductive process can impart\\nThe burin s purity, nor yet displace\\nIts use, which mastered, is itself an Art.", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "A PRAYER TO THE STATE\\nO State, evince thy Puissance not alone\\nBy walls of steel, nor yet prodigious power\\nOf huge projectiles that in flash devour\\nWhole clans. Not only on thy strong, full-grown\\nResistless forms, well panoplied aye prone\\nTo safe-guard, not attack not only shower\\nThy golden gains but be a noble tower\\nOf Elegance. Shine as in Athens shone\\nChryselephantine Pallas glorious.\\nImpressive in her peerless imagery\\nTo loyal citizens. Stand forth not less\\nIn Beauty. Yea, stand forth victorious\\nIn raiments laureate. The primacy\\nIn Art assume. Conquer by comeliness\\n72", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "TO MERCHANT PRINCES\\nI\\nIf we must argue on a plane so low,\\nO prince-projectors of emprises great\\nWhose highest aspiration, is to mate\\nYour golden stream with rich Pactolus flow\\nYe who with masterly prognosis sow\\nTo reap a gross percentage, know this rate\\nWould grosser be did ye bad taste abate\\nAnd spend a modicum on studied show.\\nWhat crime it is to smear God*s faultless leas\\nAnd crags with vulgar placards of your trade.\\nTill some forswear the thing ye crave to sell\\nWhat need is there to trick utilities\\nWith costly, savage gauds Bad Art displayed\\nServes not to draw, but rather to repel.\\n7Z", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "TO MERCHANT PRINCES\\nII\\nFor if the useful things should shapely be,\\nThey would not want this high-priced tawdry waste\\nWhich costs ye more and brings ye less. Good\\ntaste.\\nIs good investment. If on harmony\\nOf each, and happy mutuality\\nYour vast emporiums were firmly based.\\nAs well as on a rock, the world would haste\\nTo see these marvels of sweet symmetry.\\nThere are communities, beyond the seas\\nThat live on interest of monuments\\nChefs-d oeuvres that on their primal cost do\\nmake\\nPercentage in the hundreds with great ease.\\nOh, Beauty, pardon this base reference\\nTo gain, now proffered for thy gentle sake.\\n74", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "A VISION\\n(SEPTEMBER JO, I 899)\\nCould the Triumphal Arch stand proudly here\\nAmid the leafy troops, and at their head\\nHigh Autumn waving oriflammes, instead\\nOf in the masquerading town veneer\\nUpon the mean, that makes the crude appear\\nYet cruder Could our heroes, heralded\\nBy ringing breezes out of heaven, tread\\nBeneath the storied groups that stately rear\\nTheir incandescent forms upon the sky\\nDimming the pearly clouds This would inspire\\nEnthusiasm and Nature*s majesty\\nThe conquerors would abase. Then in our fire\\nWe might forget the price of victory\\nThe glory flaming from a Nation s pyre.\\n75", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "CONFIDANTS\\nBrave Hearts, who grievous maladies do bear\\nIn martyred flesh or mind tormented, choose\\nNot to tax the overtaxed, nor yet abuse\\nThe quick encalloused ear to long despair.\\nGo shout your bitterness to piping air\\nThat gulfs all lesser sounds in full-winged cruise\\nAmong concordant trees. Aye, go diffuse\\nYour plaints on waves preoccupied with their\\nOwn thunderings or better, cry them clear\\nAnd loud with clenched lips to your own soul\\nThat should have patience of the gods above\\nOr best of all, breathe in the blighted ear\\nOf some sweet sympathetic mute your dole;\\nShe 11 take it for the frenzied breath of Love\\n76", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "SWIFT MOODS\\nSlowly the wondrous aureate change Is wrought\\nFrom dusky August s greens which densely ward\\nOn sated ramage the unharassed sward\\nGainst scorching rays to tones that eager court\\nThe heightening beams, and tender-swaying sport\\nUpon the foiling blue a brave accord\\nBy contrast. Slow the myriad hues on broad\\nMosaic fields, gay Summer s craft, are brought\\nTo sereness uniform. But from the deep\\nAbyss of dark despondency when Life\\nHas seemed to be achievementless, and when\\nNo excellence declares my zeal, I leap\\nTo tumult of swift joy, to guerdoned strife,\\nTo self-esteem and then to gloom again\\nn", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "SPENSER\\n(suggested by some windows)\\nUplifting it has been to bide with thee,\\nPure bard, and in thy rarer air peruse\\nThe deeds of errant Knights thy roseate Muse\\nWith sweet refinement hadst ability\\nTo sing, and then in all Humilitie\\nTo Faery Queene present. I would not lose\\nThe tales of doughty paladins who bruise\\nIncarnate vice for Ladies. Yet to me\\nThy spell lies in the noble end avowed\\nTo fashion in the virtuous discipHne\\nA Gentleman. And do, in faith, our proud\\nProgressions now more comely laurels win\\nTo crown a Life, than the Gentilitie\\nOf Spenser, or his lofty Chevalrle?\\n78", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "CLEAR SKIES\\nTo-day I laugh full-mettled in the shine\\nExalting as it heaves above the crests\\nDeliberate, and on the landscape nests\\nFrom flowered foreground to remotest line\\nOf the perspectived hills, which scarce define\\nTheir high pretensions on a Hght that vests\\nThe horizon with a nacreous veil, and wrests\\nFrom irised opal victory. Divine\\nThe sky unoccupied Divine my sky\\nUnclouded by a vexing film of care\\nEffulgent Stars, ye coruscate for aye\\nIn space in unencumbered crystal air\\nBeyond the vapor-girded earth. Could we\\nBut gleam in atmosphereless Life, like Ye\\n79", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "EVENTUALLY\\nWe shall emerge in course of time, I think.\\nFrom satisfied Philistia through the maze\\nOf thwarting crudities that block the ways\\nTo high refinement. Neither shall we sink\\nBeneath the welter coarse, that cannot blink\\nAn eye emancipated. For there plays\\nBelow the surface-dross, on which we gaze\\nDepressed, a zeal sure-saving that will link\\nUs to accomplishment. So long as last\\nThese efforts resolute, so long there s hope.\\nO men, who to the beautiful hold fast.\\nAnd ye of finer sex, Relax not. Ope\\nThe chiseled gates of Art, and let the past\\nRing out its tale from East to Western slope.\\n80", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "TO AN OLD MODEL\\nPlebeian venerable, you have posed\\nAs Pontiff thrice-tiaraed, with the raised\\nRinged-hand in Latin style, whereon has blazed\\nThe pinch-beck gem, and finery that glozed\\nYour vulgar state. Again we have transposed\\nYou on the canvas to the life, a crazed\\nOld dotish pauper, and have been amazed\\nAt contrast. So our idols have imposed\\nUpon us, man-like, sham on sham. For now\\nWe show as saints in Pharisaic mood.\\nAnd now, off guard, poor things, for what we are.\\nAnd if our thoughts were mirrored on the brow.\\nAnd if we let the fancy s leprous brood\\nRun riotous dazed friends would gape afar\\n8i", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "FRUIT INVISIBLE\\nBe not discouraged, Heart, because thy best\\nEndeavors bear not sudden fruit that thy\\nDure throbs score not the heedless passer-by\\nWith obvious scar. Is not the crushing test\\nOf hurtling missile made far from the crest\\nWhence wistful gunners watch Does not the high\\nHot harvest gale release *tween sigh and sigh\\nThe ravished seed to germinating rest.\\nOft leagues from ripening fields where parent sere\\nSways low its amber head, nor anxious rates\\nThe loss nor gain of procreation s part\\nBut having flung its offspring to the near\\nFleet-swirling airs, the sweep of scythe awaits\\nUnflinchingly. So wait thou, too, O Heart\\n82", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "To a Fountain\\n1 know twin fountain-jets that tireless fling\\nSkk Page 59", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "A CULT\\nWe, who have labored long with guerdon small,\\nLove as of old the bay-crowned classic muse\\nOf gracious mien, whose harmonies accuse\\nA guarded flame, whose curbed lips enthrall\\nThe human heart more than the floods that fall\\nFrom facile tongues, which pilotless abuse\\nThe art that would the chastened methods choose\\nAnd with a tithe of energy tell all.\\nYet, if grandiloquence would choke its thought\\nWith avalanche of words if, undismayed\\nBy law, amorphous novelties be sought\\nBy those who all sweet singing do upbraid\\nSo let it be. With those of chaster sort\\nWe 11 worship still the pure Castalian maid.\\nS3", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "TO A MEMORIAL WINDOW\\n(from pilgrim s progress)\\nI\\nFarewell ye damsels beautiful and grave.\\nConceptions of a higher flight than mine\\nYet not more ardent for to the benign,\\nSweet memory of one beloved I gave\\nMy utmost art, and now distrustful crave\\nForgiveness for impuissance. Yet ye shine\\nResplendent in my dream, a stately line\\nOf virgins fair with sumptuous symbols, save\\nPure Piety, more glorious still in white\\nUnblemished, who with quiet gesture shows\\nTo wondering Pilgrim the transcendent sight\\nOf mounts Delectable, where blue and rose\\nEntwine their harmonies in radiant light\\nOf Truth, of Love, of infinite Repose.\\n84", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "TO A MEMORIAL WINDOW\\nII\\nAnd now ye placid stand on minster wall\\nEntraced, aglow with opalescent glass\\nOf vibrant hues, and tranquil view the mass\\nOf worshippers, not pitiless withal\\nI trust since ye must see the pallid thrall\\nOf cruel pain, and hear their sobs who pass\\nIn anguish next the bier, and heed, alas\\nThe misery of those who bear, nor call\\nFor sympathy of man. Again a peal\\nTriumphant from the trembling pipes and ye\\nWill note on brows conjubilant the seal\\nOf bridal joy delirious. To me\\nWere great reward, indeed, if ye could heal\\nThe stricken soul grant bliss enduringly.\\n85", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "THE PERMANENCE OF ART\\nThe flash of high intelligence is spent\\nTo nothingness, as equidistant light\\nUpon yon bridge twin-lived when sombrous Night\\nDoth drowse is smothered by more affluent\\nWhite flare of Day, though it perchance has lent\\nA timely hand to some wrenched soul contrite,\\nWho gropes for higher things from out its plight.\\nYet lesser wit in beauty eminent\\nAttired, continuous shines now fierce, now faint.\\nAs sun or stars according to the hour.\\nWhere now the rare devices the array\\nOf desuete rubrics of the past the quaint\\nMachines of devastation Lo, the flower\\nOf Art still blooms as on its natal day\\nS6", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "FALLING LEAVES\\nDid myth of Danae its reason owe\\nTo woman s virtue mastered by the shower\\nOf devilish, luring coin that doth deflower\\nThe stanchest souls Ah, what a sensuous show\\nThose shining circlets scattered round the low\\nFirm breasts E en thus did Phidias endower\\nHis art with preciousness, and lift its power\\nWith gleam of gold inwrought on ivory s glow.\\nBut yet it might be that some poet s eye\\nDiscerned on autumn-day a gilded rain\\nFrom trees unrobing for their wintry sleep\\nA fall of gold-leaf down a creamy sky\\nAs I discern it now from boughs that wane.\\nFrom limbs relaxing for a slumber deep.\\n8;", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "BACKGROUNDS\\nIf Spring of tender flush and promise fair,\\nThat out of swarthy mould evolves fresh greens,\\nWould metamorphose black, forbidding dreams\\nAnd tune them to the sough of quickening air\\nIf Summer, luscious-lipped, with pigments rare\\nDeep-stained, and full illumined by the beams\\nOf ardent light, could be the certain means\\nTo tint with splendid hues our dull despair\\nIf Autumn s rods of gold brought golden thought.\\nOr Winter s icy rack with bale imbued\\nThe soul then Life a symphony would be\\nBut nay our errant fancies over-wrought\\nTheir backgrounds make. The gay gild reaches\\nrude\\nThe sad would tarnish Eden s radiancy.\\n83", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "INTRICACY\\nUpon the margin of the shrunken mere\\nI saw the involutions intricate\\nOf stranded, bleached roots that once did sate\\nGreat thirsty trees, but now on oozy bier\\nEnshrouded in their whitened snarl appear\\nLike petrified octopus in a state\\nOf agony. And such will be the fate\\nIn after years of daedal phrase the queer\\nEnmeshing of a thought in tortuous style.\\nThe tide of Life has ebbed but here and there\\nFrom out the Forum rise into the smile\\nOf Roman skies some graceful shafts that bear\\nThe stamp of Beauty still, and reconcile\\nUs to a death that doth with life compare.\\n89", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "O NIGHT!\\nQuiescent Night, thy deep sereneness grant\\nTo lay a thirst for things that cannot be.\\nThe Morning s goading beams arouse in me\\nA wasting ecstasy of schemes, and taunt\\nTo strife a way-worn life, which efforts daunt\\nIn its decline while the intensity\\nOf searching Noon reveals in just degree\\nMy stature ah so low But failures haunt\\nMe at the dying hour of paling Eve\\nAnd in the gloom I crave thy quiet light.\\nThy tranquil, studding stars that soft relieve.\\nThy ways inaudible that so delight\\nThe tossed. Into my being s fibre weave\\nThy golden strands of peace, O stellate Night!\\n90", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "AN OCTOBER SKETCH\\nYon graceful birch-tree turned to mellow gold.\\nWhose fine-cleft leaves by merest breath are bent,\\nRemind me of a fair-wrought ornament.\\nThe craftsmanship consummate of some old\\nGreek artisan. Its form soft airs enfold\\nOf palest amethyst, and complement\\nIts hue. To classic maid the trinket lent\\nA heightening charm, when graces manifold\\nLay unconcealed neath clinging lilac gauze.\\nAnd yet this birch s sumptuous aureate tone\\nSeems dull beside the maple-flames that leap\\nAround a solitary spruce which soars\\nAloft in gloom a burnished golden zone\\nSetting in fire a mystic emerald deep\\n91", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "GREEN AGE\\nIn wonderment we gazed upon the swirls\\nOf golden rack behind the naked trees\\nThat wrought o er wall of hills an inlaced frieze\\nAssuming shape of subtile, feathery curls\\nEnsafFroned of a giant plume, which whirls\\nAcross an ether blue the northern breeze.\\nIt might be winter, but for summer s lees\\nThe virid sward through which the streamlet purls.\\nDear friend, who wearest on thy face the mark\\nToo obvious of thy crowded, ruthless years.\\nThou standest well-provided to embark.\\nAs shortening life thy longer journey nears.\\nYet many sturdy days remain, I ween.\\nFor thy fresh, buoyant heart is ever green.\\n92", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "TAKE NOT HER NAME IN VAIN\\nBlue cinctured Land, whose monumental past\\nVies with the cypress grave, the wide-roofed pine.\\nAnd olive vague to captivate, consign\\nThy lessening wealth of joyous craft to fast\\nDeep dungeon-keep of Country. For the vast\\nArray of cultured Goths would wrench thy fine\\nWrought scutcheons, tarsias deep, and glazed shrine\\nFrom setting fair, symphonic and would blast\\nTheir beauty with antagonistic breath\\nOf alien life an ill-assorted match\\nOf young with old. Guard, too, with jealous heart\\nThy sacred things from pundits* hands. Nor death\\nNor crypt they spare. E en would they impious\\nsnatch\\nGreat Pharaoh s corpse. And this in name of Art 1\\n93", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "LATE OCTOBER\\nWhat chilling fall of day The bitter gusts.\\nFore-trumping winter s march white-pennoned, scout\\nThe glacial skies, while on pale earth they rout\\nDry, crumpled, remnant foliage that rusts\\nOn barren boughs. The naked willow thrusts\\nIts sheaf of branches radiate from out\\nThe pollard stump, as clustered runnels spout\\nFrom Peter*s founts upon an air that lusts\\nFor moisture in Rome s arid summer-time.\\nAh me, the summer-time Then thou wast green.\\nSoft tree, and lay empurpled shades above\\nThe emerald. And I in bliss did rhyme\\nTo thee, and still do rhyme for clear between\\nThe mesh of years, I see thy youth, sweet love\\n94", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "SUCCESS!\\nWe often hear the prosperous sagely say.\\nThat some poor artist needs the useful knack\\nCalled getting on, and has a woful lack\\nOf worldly sense, nor finds the tortuous way\\nTo wealth, to credit plethoric, decay\\nOf conduct, rise of gold for which men rack\\nBoth soul and fibre to possess, nor slack\\nAt opulence, nor age s silver gray.\\nIf getting on means conscience to the v/all,\\nMeans practice of law-sanctioned modes that yet\\nAre dark, the coarse advertisement, craft s brag.\\nThe eclipse of probity, and over all\\nThe loss of Honor thank God we forfeit\\nPlace, that as liegemen of the Muse we lag\\n9S", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "TO WINGED EROS\\nComely thou art, white Aphrodite s son,\\nA lithesome, dazzling youth, neat limbed with fair\\nArticulations and trim torso spare.\\nThe muscles low-reliefed, not yet begun\\nTo swell with manhood s fibre firm, but none\\nThe less adroit to cleave the unwilling air\\nWith fateful shaft sure-guided to despair\\nBy long love-eyes dark-lashed to heart undone.\\nWhy spreadest thou strong iridescent wings.\\nWide-pinioned, from thy ivory blades, fell boy\\nBecause daft man believes fatuity\\nOf love Divine? Thou hast these feathery things\\nThat thou mayst fly deflowered loves, enjoy\\nThe glad delirium of Inconstancy.\\n96", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "MIDWINTER\\nIncredible it seems that waste of snow.\\nAnd sheeted ice which duplicates the gray-\\nDenuded coppice, should have late been gay\\nWith insolence of rampant hue, as though\\nPerennial. Nor was it long ago\\nThat black in lieu of white thick-massed did lay\\nAbove that oval face, and winsome play\\nUnleashed of dimples set with pearls did show\\nTo vantage spring-time on her wintry face.\\nSometimes I think the ill-environed brain\\nPaints fairer than when fair reality\\nSurrounds that rude antithesis of grace\\nDoth force a lovelier note that through the rain\\nAnd sleet we see intensest brilliancy.\\n97", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "TO BOREAS\\nWhirl me with wrath, North wind, to southern shore\\nI m weary the chilled soul no longer strives\\nAgainst thy blasts. T is aye the weaker lives\\nThou choosest and the rarest. For no more\\nThe strong man fears. By cumulated store\\nOf crafty schemes the sturdy mob where thrives\\nThe lust of gain, and leadership derives\\nFrom height of hoard heaps up its wealth before\\nThee impotent. Yet strength nor piled up gold\\nAre all. Perchance the pliant, gracile heart\\nTransplanted whither wingless zephyrs hold.\\nInfusing life, not bruising; may impart\\nSomething of sweetness to the human fold.\\nThen hurl me south, harsh wind, kind wind thou art\\n98", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "ENTHUSIASM WITHOUT DELUSION\\nLet not my flame in wintry years grow faint,\\nNor the creative thirst be slowly quenched,\\nAs from the face of things the veil is wrenched\\nImpregnate with the lure of tinsel s taint.\\nWhen Tramontana winds have slipped restraint.\\nAnd draw from cold Soracte s summit blenched\\nChasing the filmy atmosphere that drenched\\nWith rosy witchery the view and paint\\nIn deeper tones the more apparent line\\nFair-modeled of the lower Alban height.\\nAnd loftier peaks of ranging Apennine\\nThen am I grateful for the clearer light.\\nO may enthusiasm e er be mine\\nNow that Delusion does not bar my sight\\n99\\nLiTb", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "CHRISTMAS-TIME\\nI MEET not Christ-joy in the eager press\\nThat throngs to see the dazzling purchase-traps,\\nBut rather barter-mania that caps\\nAchievement with fatigue. Yet none the less\\nT is well to elbow for a merriness\\nHaving years warranty more wise perhaps\\nTo narcotize the past by strain, than lapse\\nInto aloofness from the sanctioned stress;\\nFor then I see the loved, departed band.\\nWith whom in parle I would participate,\\nAnd lip to lip would ardently entwine\\nMy arms with theirs. Alas, unmoved they stand\\nThey do but wait for me they do but wait.\\nThe empty place is at their board not mine.\\ntoo", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "TO ENGLAND\\nEngland, I love thee and I love thee not;\\nI love thee for thy manumitted thought,\\nWhich we recalcitrant true scions brought\\nTo shores immune from privileged dry-rot.\\nFrom courts whose later arrogance begot\\nOur State. I love thy love to master aught\\nThat hinders right or wrong. I love the sport\\nOlympic of thy youths, who cast their lot\\nIndifferent on field of play or flame.\\nBut most of all I love thee for those bards\\nWho sang intrepidly of vigorous\\nSocieties birth -peer, to whom the name\\nSovereign was lye, thy snobberies the shards\\nFrom shattered rights. They should have been of\\nus.\\nzoz", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "THE RECOMPENSE\\nVertumnus patient delves, and thrills, and frets\\nThat his rath harmonies may bear the test\\nOf spring-born, fragrant Flora s eyes celeste\\nBlonde Flora, tricked with fretted flowerets,\\nWho sings with vernal air her soft duets.\\nHe toils to favor find with Summer s guest,\\nPomona dark, in green the deepest dressed\\nRed-freaked with fruits, red as hot sun that sets.\\nYet when his crop is ripe for eager hands,\\nHe notes the stifling calm, the swooping great.\\nSwart thunder-cloud, with scything wings outspread.\\nAnd every nerve a-taut he powerless stands.\\nWe, too, with travail sore upbuild and wait,\\nNot in achievement s Joy, but verdict s Dread.\\n102", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "MISCELLANEOUS POEMS\\n103", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "QUELLE BfiTISE!\\nHere am I a-trilling\\nNeath a bourgeoned tree,\\nHere am I a-willing\\nThat my song should be\\nTuneful as the thrilling\\nSong of bird that s free,\\nWhen I should be sighing,\\nLeashing words that beat\\nFutile wings while vying\\nTo insure retreat.\\nWhen I should be lying\\nStammering at thy feet.\\nloS", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "A SONG OF THE GARDEN\\nI\\nSaid the Rose to strawberry,\\nOf all flowers I m the queen.\\nSo at least the lovely women who are very\\nLovely say. And I wear the royal red.\\nWhile my orbs are garlanded\\nWith the fittest shade of green.\\nAnd the pretty maids they bury\\nTheir sweet faces in my bed\\nOf soft petals perfumed\\nWith rich odors that I screen.**\\niq6", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "II\\nSaid the Strawberry to rose,\\nI *m the acknowledged king\\nOf all fruit that in the luscious garden grows.\\nAnd I, too, am imbued in royal red.\\nWhile my cones are garlanded\\nWith a green of rhythmic ring.\\nAnd the fairest maids one knows\\nWith warm lips on nectar fed\\nTaste with daintiness inbred\\nThe high flavor that I bring.\\n107", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "A SONG OF THE RIVER\\nI\\nWould she flout me.\\nWould she scout me\\nIn dismay,\\nShould I stroke her haloed tresses.\\nShould I tease her with caresses\\nIn the flaunting light of day,\\nAs the Sun-god toys with Terra\\nTill she blazes red with shame.\\nConscious of her venial error\\nWould she doubt me.\\nWould she rout me\\nDid I amplify her name\\nWith a dearling and a darling,\\nTo the twitter of the starling\\nTill her cheeks were all aflame\\nWhile the willow leaflets shimmer\\nAnd the wimpling wavelets glimmer.\\n1 08", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "II\\nWould she shiver\\nWould she shiver\\nWith delight,\\nDid I breathe on swooning eyelids,\\nAs bold Phoebus breathes on Luna,\\nMakes her smile with radiance bright\\nShould I whisper what my heart bids\\nWould her parting soft lips quiver.\\nWould her teeth shine white the sooner.\\nWould she throb to throbbing giver\\nShould I kiss her in the night\\nIn a boatlet down the river?\\n109", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "A SONG OF THE SEA\\nI\\nBlack are yon sea and sky\\nCharged with destruction,\\nCloud and wave blend in night\\nOn the horizon\\nNigh surge the combing crests,\\nGreen as the emerald,\\nTossing their spray on high\\nQuick to devour.\\nLet us sail into them,\\nGrapple and perish.\\nno", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "II\\nBlue is the sky above,\\nThe sea is resplendent\\nEach wavelet is flashing\\nIts jewel of sunlight.\\nColor, and light, and calm\\nWhisper Welcome and linger.\\nHere the unruffled soul\\nHath peace sempiternal.\\nLet us launch into it.\\nAnd float there forever.\\nIll", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "TO GALENUS\\nOn a morn of resplendent weather,\\nOn an ApriFs ineffable day,\\nThat has severed its wintry tether.\\nAnd bespeaks the white garlands of May,\\nGalenus and I outpaddled\\nIn the quaintest kind of a boat.\\nNot a care, not a thought that ensaddled\\nTruant hearts on the streamlet afloat.\\nWhen the righteous were at their devotion,\\nAnd the plausible Pharisee, too.\\nTo us came the impious notion\\nThat He who created the view\\nXI2", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "Drawings from Life\\nThese drawings from tlie quick in black, or red\\nSkk Page 68", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "Of mountain reflected in brooklet\\nAnd turf turning green on the plain,\\nCould be worshipped in open-air booklet\\nDevoutly read by us twain.\\nThe willow shoots gay were imbrued in\\nTheir amber juices of spring,\\nWhich a bent for damp places now strewed in\\nOur bent for the channels that bring\\nTo openings rippled by breezes,\\nTo pools that are dimpled by trout.\\nTo banks that the sand-piper teases.\\nAs our oars dipped in and dripped out.\\n3", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "The air was transcendently quiet,\\nNay, even the birdlings were mute.\\nGlad respite from turmoil and riot.\\nThe noise of that urbanized brute\\nCalled civilized man in the city,\\nWhere cacophonies dear to his heart.\\nServe the purpose the greater the pity\\nTo attest the bulk of his mart.\\nWe were dreaming rather than speaking,\\nCheerful rather than gay,\\nEach of us absently seeking.\\nPerchance in identical way.\\n114", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "Vague phantoms and hallucinations,\\nThat come in the bud of the year\\nTo confound the vaticinations\\nOf him who laughs at the fear\\nOf Love the ever-persistent.\\nOf Love that broods in the spring.\\nOf Love that flouts the resistant\\nOf all things the only thing.\\nGalenus if you were but Phyllis\\nWere your redolent hair blossom-bound.\\nDid your raiments, white as the lilies,\\nBetray the symmetries sound\\n5", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "Of your limbs, of your figure consummate,\\nShould I taciturn sit face to face.\\nOverwhelmed by your graces, my dumb mate.\\nIn such a provocative place\\nOr should I yield to temptation.\\nWhen to yield to my soul would bring balm.\\nAnd declare my quintessent sensation\\nWould the face of the brooklet be calm\\nAnd you, my sober Galenus,\\nWere you dreaming the very same dream\\nThat I were your Phyllis Between us\\nWe quietly worked up the stream.\\n1x6", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "THE CHOICE\\nOf the many flowers that bask\\nOn my terrace softly ranging\\nThrough the color-gamut, changing\\nWith the seasons, it would task\\nMy acumen should you wonder,\\nMy appraisement should you ask\\nWhich supreme is. I should blunder.\\nIn my vagueness I should seek\\nAmaryllis bird-like singing,\\nI should note the flower clinging\\nTo her hair that sunbeams streak\\nWith their lesser gold in glory.\\nWere it gaudy, were it meek\\nThat to me would tell the story.\\n117", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "Were it dainty, blue-celeste,\\nSweet Forget-me-not entreating,\\nTiny petals each repeating\\nTendernesses of days blest\\nI should say this suits my treasure\\nBetter far than all the rest,\\nAnd award it victor s measure.\\nWere it Marigold aglow\\nWith flamboyant colors flying,\\nWith the burning tresses vying.\\nMaking most dramatic show.\\nForcing even sceptic credence\\nSurely, surely I should know\\nWhich of all should take precedence.\\nii8", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "CONSECRATED FLOWERS\\nI HEAR the blast of winter s latest breath\\nCongealing nascent greens and sweetest vernal flowers,\\nSweetest since earliest, yet doomed to frosty death\\nWith crescent human hopes that pant for bounteous\\nbowers\\nOf June, offspring of May and fickle April s showers,\\nCheering the heart depressed by long hibernal hours.\\nAnd while with restless gait I pace the room\\nOr count my steps in hall that meets the lofty eaves.\\nAnd pass another door to break the lowering gloom,\\nBehold, t is broken For the fragrance sweet of\\nleaves\\nAnd flowers that thou hast worn and sanctified, reprieves^\\nMy chafing, morbid mood, and incense back receives.\\nX19", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "A CONTRAST\\nIf by the strength\\nAnd the song s length\\nIs gauged the force of voiced felicity;\\nThen must in shrillest, merriest ecstasy\\nThe cheerful cricket ding\\nHis triumph, who doth sing\\nFrom flushing star of dawn to star of silver light.\\nFrom dew-drops of the morn to drops of dew at night.\\nBut if with notes of joy my verse\\nSometimes doth ring.\\nMy heavy heart-throbs quick the joy disperse.\\nI20", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "IN AUTUMN\\nPlacid the autumnal stream,\\nPlacid they who dare not dream\\nDreams of incandescent sheen.\\nThey the losers, too, I ween.\\nHEREAFTER\\nNot hallelujahs loud nor frenzied hymns,\\nBut mere repose of soul and change of view.\\nA THOUGHT\\nI DREAMED of far-ofF, wall-girt, Tuscan towns.\\nTheir tapering trees, and vaporous olives dear.\\nWhilst scanning Massachusetts* pine-flecked downs\\nNor could I say which seemed to me most near.\\n121", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "MICHELANGELO\\nBuonarroti high as eagles, that patrol\\nThe sky, their pinioned kind do dominate,\\nSo thou o ertowerest all men of thy kindred state.\\nNot that thy hand with greater cunning wrought\\nNot that thou sternly worest the crowns by thee un-\\nsought\\nBut for thy godlike soul,\\nWhich crushes all with its preponderating weight\\n122", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "TO A LANDSCAPE\\nNot now the thundrous cloud, nor strenuous gale\\nThat makes trees cringe, and show the silver side\\nOf tossing leaves. Oh, not to-day the deep\\nEffects of masses rich gainst sunset skies.\\nNor sensuous hues, nor freakish outhne wild I\\nBut give me Peace a pleasant sunny stretch\\nOf landscape sweet in daisied June, all steeped\\nIn equal whitish light the bosky hills\\nFlecked here and there with faint blue shades where\\naxe\\nHas hewn its way the nearer slopes well tilled.\\nSweeping in gracious curves to meet the brook.\\nNot seen, but margined by the vaporous row\\nOf willows thick and cropping through the grass.\\n123", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "Red-ripe, the uninvited flowers though to\\nThe poet meet not gorgeous, but bedight\\nWith frescoed tints, palish, yet adding glow\\nTo torpid, basking fields. From time to time\\n(Alas how pitifully rare unvexed,\\nUnharassed hours, stress free as unbent grain.\\nSerene as sloping meads in sunlit June,\\nAre foisted into agitated Life.\\n124", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "THRENODY\\nI\\nLike demi-god, who wore the shaggy spoils\\nOf sovereign beast, I Ve closed with sinewy Death,\\nAnd once have worsted him, saving a heart\\nBeloved, too young to go. But vanquished now\\nAnd broken, impulseless, and without bent,\\nI yield a cherished life to stronger Fate.\\nII\\nFiRM-anchored by its grappling, burrowing roots.\\nUpon a hill-slope lush with summer s lymph\\nThat tones its varied hues to shifting skies\\nWithout ajar to eye there grew a fair\\nProportioned tree, thick-fronded, highly prized\\nFor it had long companioned many moods.\\n125", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "One murky day a bolt sinister struck\\nIts comely form, and rived with gashes deep\\nThe accumulated, palpitating growth\\nOf years and I, a helpless witness, gazed.\\nRecuperative nature has long since\\nAdorned with alien gauds the soil where trunk\\nHad clung to it, and veiled the transient sight\\nOf wounded limbs with memory s vision of\\nIts sturdier days. The unobstructed view\\nReveals a range of heavenly blue with flecks\\nOf sun-flashed green like plaques of Persian craft\\nGainst massive cumuli of shining clouds\\nWith azure rifts, whence shoot the quivering rays.\\n126", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "Ill\\nLet me not bear in mind the sombre close\\nOf thy frail life, the saint-like fortitude\\nOf thy poor harrowed soul Let me forget\\nThe stress, the strain, and e en those calmer states\\nWhen thou didst lie like effigy supine\\nOn fretted marble, canopied beneath\\nThe angel-crowned arch, whose shadows vague\\nAbide in deep-set eyes Let me forget\\nThe scene when thou didst leave us in the gray\\nOf early dawn, thine own face grayer far\\nThere hangs upon the wall a radiant head\\nOf thee, dear mother, when a dimpled girl\\nAnd yet another more mature in years\\n127", "height": "3868", "width": "2360", "jp2-path": "pictoriscarmina00crow_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "But ever sweet. 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