{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3322", "width": "1946", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3264", "width": "1910", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3264", "width": "1910", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "THE POETRY OF\\nPATHOS DELIGHT", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "^^.Sarjcnt^A 9 ^^_i?ln x\\nzKOiixcn.iflictc\\n(fV-e^/Ty J/ci/ y^ r^Z.", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "THE POETRY OF\\nPATHOS aP DELIGHT\\nFrom the Works of\\nCOVENTRY PATMORE\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2I\\nPassages Selected by\\nALICE MEYNELL\\nWITH A POETEAIT AFTER J. S. SARGENT, A.E.A.\\nNEW YORK: G. P. PUTNAM S SONS\\nLondon: William Heinemann\\nMDCCCXCVI", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "D.m.\\n8 Tl", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "/^9\\nINTRODUCTORY NOTE\\nThis book does not offer a selection in the usual\\nsense. The poetry of a master is selected before\\nit is written, and before it is conceived and the\\nmind that conceives it is selected. Mr. Coventry\\nPatmore s art and labour do but second that\\noriginal distinction. Therefore it is hardly neces-\\nsary to say that my intention has not been to\\nmake a collection of best passages. What has\\nbeen intended is to collect passages in which the\\npoet has dealt with two things delight and\\nsoiTow, those human and intelligible passions to\\nwhich all real poetry has access, but which this\\npoetry touches so close as to be mingled with\\nthem and changed into them.\\nSo to offer great poetry to the natural human\\nsensibility, should be to gain for the poet s whole\\nwork new readers. I confess that is my motive.", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTORY NOTE\\nBecause of their youth, which has not allowed\\nthem to read very much, or because of accident,\\nthere may be many readers still to gain. Among\\nthem may be the fittest not the less fit because\\nthey have been for a time under the influence of a\\nfashion for inordinate haste, or for inordinate\\nleisure, of appreciation. Mr. Patmore s greatest\\nwork is neither so new as to gratify the eagerness\\nof one fashion, nor so old as to flatter the reluctance\\nof the other. It is a work of the beginning of the\\nlast quarter of our century. It is dated later than\\nMr. Swinburne s best, for instance, but it had its\\nplace in literature before the present young love\\nof poetry had taken life. Again, many poets are\\nheard because a chorus of contemporaries sings\\nwith them and like them. Mr. Coventry Patmore s\\nvoice is single in his day, and single in our\\nliterature. It makes part of no choir loud by\\nnumbers, and so it needs an attentive ear. To\\nthat attentive ear it sounds alone, as the divinest\\nvoice of our time.\\nThere is a dignity in Mr. Patmore s reputation\\n(attendant on the exceeding dignity of his art)\\nthat might be offended though it could not be\\nvi", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTORY NOTE\\ninjured by officious praises. But it is not inop-\\nportune to say thus much Readers of this book\\nand of the entire poems may be promised a perfect\\nrespite from the tedious controversy as to matter and\\nmanner, thought and expression. They shall not\\nbe invited to attend to discussions as to the relative\\nimportance of two things that in truth have no\\nhigh importance if they can be divided so as to be\\nmerely related. The dispute is an inconsiderable\\none it is perfectly opportune in the criticism of\\nall jx)etry below a certain perfectly definite standard\\nof art, and there only. Above that standard,\\nthought and form are not opposed, nor merely\\nrelated they are one. It is not difficult to make\\na definition of classical poetry, if classical poetry\\nmay rightly be defined as all poetry be its thought\\nwhat it may, and its form what it may in which\\nthought and form are one. Classical poetry of\\nevery age and every age has had a little is that\\nin which there is no antithesis, in which there is\\nmore than a bond union and fusion. The classical\\npoem may be a mere To Althea from Prison, or\\neven a mere To Blossoms. In the small classic\\nthe word is fused with its fancy, and in the great", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTORY NOTE\\nit is fused with its passion and the greater the\\npassion the greater the splendour of the fire of\\nthat fusion the integrity of fire.\\nThe more essential passages of Mr. Coventry\\nPatmore s much earlier work The Angel in the\\nHouse are classic, and very high in that noble\\nrank. He plays with this power of his art in the\\nbrief metre, the symmetrical stanza, and the collo-\\nquial phrase. He has here accepted the dailiest\\nthings and made them spirit and fire. There has\\nbeen something said against these colloquialisms\\nand indeed they would not be tolerable in hands\\nless austere and sweet. The newest Philistine,\\nwho is afraid of the reproach of Philistinism, who\\ndenies Philistinism in the name of a Philistine, and\\nultimately receives a Philistine s reward, has been\\nknown to make light of some of Mr. Patmore s\\ncouplets, which he finds too domestic. But\\nsuch domestic couplets as those in Olympus,\\nfor instance, are a smiling defiance of Philistinism.\\nSo are the brilliant stanzas, made of life, sense,\\nand spirit, in which the very accessories, the\\nspoilt accessories of a modem English wedding\\nare rendered grave and blithe, and the bridegroom\\nviii", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTORY NOTE\\nis restored to the dignity of the sun. Mr. Patmore\\nmakes the Wedding Sermon (at the close of The\\nAngel in the House) the improbable opportunity for\\nthe finest wit and thought, tenderness, mystery,\\nand celestial knowledge. One of the things that\\nhave baffled the trivial in these early poems is\\nprobably what they have taken for triviality or\\nartlessness in the metre as well as in the word.\\nLocks and bars and bolts are less secure for the\\nlocking away of a poet s privacy, than is his\\nunintelligible candour. In his solemnity the world\\nrecognises a mystery but by his frank play and\\nsimplicity it is sometimes baffled and misled into\\ndisregard.\\nThe Odes are greater than the earlier poems,\\nbecause they have greater capacity for the quality\\nthat is in all Mr. Patmore s work. As for their\\nmetre, it is their very poetry. They move with\\nindescribable dignity, and with the freedom of the\\nspirit. The wind bloweth where it listeth. With\\nabsolute art the poet sighs, or pauses, or recovers\\nbreath, in the irregular line, with an effect of\\ninfinite liberty and pathos. Thou hearest the\\nsound thereof One of Mr. Patmore s worthiest", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTORY NOTE\\ncontemporaries has said that the Odes are almost\\ntoo mournful to be read, because they are so close\\nto the thought the verse attending on the\\nthought, and having no independent life of its\\nown. This appreciation is insufficient, for there\\nis union rather than attendance but it ex-\\npresses hastily the effect of this most sensitive and\\nvital line precisely the effect, which, in another\\nart, results from the phrases of a Parsifal. Take\\nthe regular stanza as answering to a symme-\\ntrical melody you will perceive that neither\\nstanza nor tune can be so immediately sensitive as\\nare those sentences of music, and those lines of the\\node in the hands of a master. No other metrical\\nform could be so free and so living a communi-\\ncation.\\nWhat is here to be communicated is vital and\\nmortal pathos and felicity. Even as far as the\\nreader has capacity to perceive that passion, he is\\naware that it is greater than his experience, and\\nhe confesses that it was uttered out of a greater\\ncapacity than his. Compassion with that greater\\npassion is a high and worthy manner of admiration.\\nIt may be the ten*or that Aristotle joined to", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "INTRODUCTORY NOTE\\npity. Compassion in the highest degree is the\\ndivinest form of rehgion. The compassion of the\\nslighter acquaintance with son-ow for the greater,\\nand of the smaller capacity for the vaster, is a\\nremorse of tenderness, lowliness, and respect, the\\nparadox of worship.\\nDexterity the lower technique may become\\nhabitual, and the more brilliant kinds of habit are\\noften mistaken for the actual intention of great\\nart but great art is never habitual. Art has a\\nperpetually living intention. All the lines and\\npassages here gathered together are proofs of this\\ninstancy of art. And they are chosen as instant\\ncommunications of the two passions of happiness\\nand pain, because these are the most simple. It\\nwould have been easy to represent Mr. Patmore\\nby an anthology proving him the poet of wit, or\\nthe poet of beauty, or the poet of indignation.\\nBut the most classic subject of classic poetry is the\\nmost intelligible in kind, however enormous in\\ndegree felicity and infelicity. Of melancholy\\nthe black humour none of Mr. Patmore s work\\nhas a sign.\\nXI", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nTo the Unknown Eros Tage i\\nEngland 5\\nRemnant of Honour 8\\nVictory in Defeat\\nSaint Valentine^ s Day 12\\nThe Wedding Sermon 15\\nThe Paragon i6\\nThe Rose of the World 18\\nThe Lover 21\\nHeaven and Earth\\nThe Letter\\nThe Revelation\\n23\\n27\\nThe Doubt 28\\nSecurity 29\\n7 5/)/W V j5 /5r $j 30\\nThe Maid 31\\nAcceptance 32\\nBetrothed 33\\nxiii", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nThe Dance Tage 34\\nEntreaty 36\\nThe Revulsion ;^y\\nPraises 40\\nMarriage 41\\nThe Rosy Bosoni d Hours 42\\nWind and Wave 45\\nBe at a 47\\nIf I were Dead 48\\nDeliciee Sapientia de Amore 49\\nMignonne 55\\nMildred 57\\nRejected 58\\nZ,^?!/^ 7 /2rj 59\\nDenied 60\\nLoe Will be Done 61\\nF/rj/ Ztjz/^ Remembered 62\\n^a;tfj 66\\nRachel 72\\n7 DtPzV^ One I Knew 73\\n/z? the Woods 75\\nZ^^/^ 77\\nHer Counsel 78\\n^/c/z//? D^i 79\\n7\u00c2\u00bb^i 82\\nxiv", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nTo the Body\\nTage 83\\nAuras of Delight\\n^(i\\nPsyche\\n88\\nDawn\\n89\\nThe Edge of Bliss\\n90\\nEros\\n91\\nAmelia\\n92\\nAfter Storm\\n96\\nVenus and Death\\n98\\nSemele\\n99\\nThe Married Lover\\n100\\nThe Amaranth\\n102\\nThe Letters\\n103\\nOne Spring\\n109\\nMa Belle\\nIII\\nA Farewell\\n112\\nDeparture\\n114\\nThe t^zalea\\n116\\nEurydice\\n118\\nThe Day after To-Morroyv\\n121\\nTired Memory\\n124\\nThe Toys\\n128\\nWinter\\n130\\nVJllegro\\n^11\\nJ: Retrospect\\n136", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "TO THE UN-\\nKNOWN EROS.\\nWhat rumour d heavens are these\\nWhich not a poet sings,\\nO, Unknown Eros What this breeze\\nOf sudden wings\\nSpeeding at far returns of time from interstellar\\nspace\\nTo fan my very face.\\nAnd gone as fleet.\\nThrough delicatest ether feathering soft their soli-\\ntary beat.\\nWith ne er a light plume dropp d, nor any trace\\nTo speak of whence they came, or whither they\\ndepart\\nAnd why this palpitating heart.\\nThis blind and unrelated joy.\\nThis meaningless desire,\\nThat moves me like the Child\\nWho in the flushing darkness troubled lies.\\nInventing lonely prophecies.", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "TO THE UNKNOWN EROS\\nWhich even to his Mother mild\\nHe dares not tell\\nTo which himself is infidel\\nHis heart not less on fire\\nWith dreams impossible as wildest Arab Tale,\\n(So thinks the boy,)\\nWith dreams that turn him red and pale.\\nYet less impossible and wild\\nThan those which bashful Love, in his own way\\nand hour.\\nShall duly bring to flower\\nO, Unknown Eros, sire of awful bliss.\\nWhat portent and what Delphic word,\\nSuch as in foi-m of snake forebodes the bird.\\nIs this\\nIn me life s even flood\\nWhat eddies thus\\nWhat in its ruddy orbit lifts the blood.\\nLike a perturbed moon of Uranus,\\nReaching to some great world in ungauged dark-\\nness hid\\nAnd whence\\nThis rapture of the sense\\nWhich, by thy whisper bid.\\nReveres with obscure rite and sacramental sign\\nA bond I know not of nor dimly can divine", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "TO THE UNKNOWN EROS\\nThis subject loyalty which longs\\nFor chains and thongs\\nWoven of gossamer and adamant.\\nTo bind me to my unguess d want.\\nAnd so to lie.\\nBetween those quivering plumes that thro fine\\nether pant.\\nFor hopeless, sweet eternity\\nWhat God unhonour d hitherto in songs,\\nOr which, that now\\nForgettest the disguise\\nThat Gods must wear who visit human eyes.\\nArt Thou\\nThou art not Amor or, if so, yon pyre.\\nThat waits the willing victim, flames with vestal\\nfire;\\nNor mooned Queen of maids or, if thou rt she.\\nAh, then, from Thee\\nLet Bride and Bridegroom learn what kisses be\\nIn what veil d hymn\\nOr mystic dance\\nWould he that were thy Priest advance\\nThine earthly praise, thy glory limn\\nSay, should the feet that feel thy thought\\nIn double-center d circuit run.\\nIn that compulsive focus. Nought,", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "TO THE UNKNOWN EROS\\nIn this a furnace like the sun\\nAnd might some note of thy renown\\nAnd high behest\\nThus in enigma be expressed\\nThere lies the crown\\nWhich all thy longing cures.\\nRefuse it. Mortal, that it may be yours\\nIt is a Spirit, though it seems red gold\\nAnd such may no man, but by shunning, hold.\\nRefuse it, till refusing be despair\\nAnd thou shalt feel the phantom in thy hAir.", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "ENGLAND\\nLo, weary of the greatness of her ways.\\nThere Hes my Land, with hasty pulse and\\nhard.\\nHer ancient beauty marr d.\\nAnd, in her cold and aimless roving sight.\\nHorror of light\\nSole vigour left in her last lethargy.\\nSave when, at bidding of some dreadful breath.\\nThe rising death\\nRolls up with force\\nAnd then the furiously gibbering corse\\nShakes, panglessly convuls d, and sightless stares.\\nWhilst one Physician pours in rousing wines.\\nOne anodynes.\\nAnd one declares\\nThat nothing ails it but the pains of growth.\\nMy last look loth\\nIs taken and I turn, with the reHef\\nOf knowing that my life-long hope and grief", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "ENGLAND\\nAre surely vain.\\nTo that unshapen time to come, when She,\\nA dim, heroic Nation long since dead.\\nThe foulness of her agony forgot.\\nShall all benignly shed\\nThrough ages vast\\nThe ghostly grace of her transfigured past\\nOver the present, harassed and forlorn.\\nOf nations yet unborn\\nAnd this shall be the lot\\nOf those who, in the bird-voice and the\\nblast\\nOf her omniloquent tongue.\\nHave truly sung\\nOr greatly said.\\nTo shew as one\\nWith those who have best done.\\nAnd be as rays.\\nThro the still altering world, around her\\nchangeless head.\\nTherefore no plaint be mine\\nOf listeners none.\\nNo hope of render d use or proud reward.\\nIn hasty times and hard\\nBut chants as of a lonely thrush s throat.\\nAt latest eve,", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "ENGLAND\\nThat does in each calm note\\nBoth joy and grieve\\nNotes few and strong and fine.\\nGilt with sweet day s decline.\\nAnd sad with promise of a different sun.", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "REMNANT\\nOF HONOUR\\nRemnant of Honour, brooding in the dark\\nOver your bitter cark.\\nStaring, as Rispah stared, astonied seven days\\nUpon the corpses of so many sons.\\nWho loved her once.\\nDead in the dim and Uon-haunted ways,\\nWho could have dreamt\\nThat times should come like these", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "VIC TORY\\nIN DEFEAT\\nAh, God, alas.\\nHow soon it came to pass\\nThe sweetness melted from thy barbed hook\\nWhich I so simply took\\nAnd I lay bleeding on the bitter land,\\nAfraid to stir against thy least command.\\nBut losing all my pleasant life-blood, whence\\nForce should have been heart s frailty to withstand.\\nLife is not life at all without delight.\\nNor has it any might\\nAnd better than the insentient heart and brain\\nIs sharpest pain\\nAnd better for the moment seems it to rebel,\\nIf the great Master, from his lifted seat.\\nNe er whispers to the wearied servant Well\\nYet what returns of love did I endure.\\nWhen to be pardoned seem d almost more sweet\\nThan aye to have been pure\\nBut day still faded to disastrous night.", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "VICTORY IN DEFEAT\\nAnd thicker darkness changed to feebler light.\\nUntil forgiveness, without stint renew d.\\nWas now no more with loving tears imbued.\\nVowing no more offence.\\nNot less to thine Unfaithful didst thou cry,\\nCome back, poor Child be all as twas before.\\nBut I,\\nNo, no I will not promise any more\\nYet, when I feel my hour is come to die.\\nAnd so I am secured of continence.\\nThen may I say, though haply then in vain,\\nMy only, only Love, O, take me back again\\nThereafter didst thou smite\\nSo hard that, for a space.\\nUplifted seem d Heav n s everlasting door.\\nAnd I indeed the darling of thy grace.\\nBut, in some dozen changes of the moon,\\nA bitter mockery seem d thy bitter boon.\\nThe broken pinion was no longer sore.\\nAgain, indeed, I woke\\nUnder so dread a stroke\\nThat all the strength it left within my heart\\nWas just to ache and turn, and then to turn and\\nache.\\nAnd some weak sign of war unceasingly to make.\\nAnd here I lie,\\nlO", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "VICTORY IN DEFEAT\\nWith no one near to mark.\\nThrusting Hell s phantoms feebly in the dark.\\nAnd still at point more utterly to die.\\nO God, how long\\nPut forth indeed thy powerful right hand.\\nWhile time is yet.\\nOr never shall I see the blissful land\\nThus I then God, in pleasant speech and strong\\n(Which soon I shall forget)\\nThe man who, though his fights be all defeats.\\nStill fights.\\nEnters at last\\nThe heavenly Jerusalem s rejoicing streets\\nWith glory more, and more triumphant rites\\nThan always-conquering Joshua s, when his blast\\nThe frighted walls of Jericho down cast\\nAnd, lo, the glad surprise\\nOf peace beyond surmise.\\nMore than in common Saints, for ever in his eyes.\\nII", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "SAINT VALEN-\\nTINE^S DAY\\nWell dost thou. Love, thy solemn Feast to hold\\nIn vestal February;\\nNot rather choosing out some rosy day\\nFrom the rich coronet of the coming May,\\nWhen all things meet to marry\\nO, quick, praevernal Power\\nThat signairst punctual through the sleepy mould\\nThe Snowdrop s time to flower.\\nFair as the rash oath of virginity\\nWhich is first-love s first cry\\nO, Baby Spring,\\nThat flutter st sudden neath the breast of Earth\\nA month before the birth\\nWhence is the peaceful poignancy.\\nThe joy contrite.\\nSadder than sorrow, sweeter than delight.\\nThat burthens now the breath of everything.\\nThough each one sighs as if to each alone\\nThe cherish d pang were known\\n12", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "SAINT VALENTINE S DAY\\nAt dusk of dawn, on his dark spray apart.\\nWith it the Blackbird breaks the young Day s\\nheart;\\nIn evening s hush\\nAbout it talks the heavenly-minded Thrush\\nThe hill with like remorse\\nSmiles to the Sun s smile in his westering course\\nThe fisher s drooping skiff\\nIn yonder sheltering bay\\nThe choughs that call about the shining cliff;\\nThe children, noisy in the setting ray\\nOwn the sweet season, each thing as it may\\nThoughts of strange kindness and forgotten peace\\nIn me increase\\nAnd tears arise\\nWithin my happy, happy Mistress eyes.\\nAnd, lo, her lips, averted from my kiss.\\nAsk for Love s bounty, ah, much more than bliss\\nIs t the sequester d and exceeding sweet\\nOf dear Desire electing his defeat\\nIs t the waked Earth now to yon purpling cope\\nUttering first-love s first cry.\\nVainly renouncing, with a Seraph s sigh,\\nLove s natural hope\\nFair-meaning Earth, foredoom d to perjury\\nBehold, all-amorous May,\\n13", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "SAINT VALENTINE S DAY\\nWith roses heap d upon her laughing brows.\\nAvoids thee of thy vows\\nWere it for thee, with her warm bosom near.\\nTo abide the sharpness of the Seraph s sphere\\nForget thy foohsh words\\nGo to her summons gay.\\nThy heart with dead, wing d Innocencies fill d,\\nEv n as a nest with birds\\nAfter the old ones by the hawk are kill d.\\nWell dost thou. Love, to celebrate\\nThe noon of thy soft ecstasy.\\nOr e er it be too late.\\nOr e er the Snowdrop die\\n14", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE WED-\\nDING SERMON\\nThe truths of Love are like the sea\\nFor clearness and for mystery.\\nOf that sweet love which, startling, wakes\\nMaiden and Youth, and mostly breaks\\nThe word of promise to the ear,\\nBut keeps it, after many a year.\\nTo the full spirit, how shall I speak\\nMy memoiy with age is weak.\\nAnd I for hopes do oft suspect\\nThe things I seem to recollect.\\nYet who but must remember well\\nTwas this made heaven intelligible\\nAs motive, though twas small the power\\nThe heart might have, for even an hour.\\nTo hold possession of the height\\nOf nameless pathos and delight\\nIS", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "THE PARAGON\\nWhen I behold the skies aloft\\nPassing the pageantry of dreams,\\nThe cloud whose bosom, cygnet-soft,\\nA couch for nuptial Juno seems.\\nThe ocean broad, the mountains bright,\\nThe shadowy vales with feeding herds,\\nI from my l3rre the music smite.\\nNor want for justly matching words.\\nAll forces of the sea and air.\\nAll interests of hill and plain,\\nI so can sing, in seasons fair.\\nThat who hath felt may feel again.\\nElated oft by such free songs,\\nI think with utterance free to raise\\nThat hymn for which the whole world longs,\\nA worthy hymn in woman s praise\\nA hymn bright-noted like a ^bird s.\\nArousing these song-sleepy times\\ni6", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE PARAGON\\nWith rhapsodies of perfect words.\\nRuled by returning kiss of rhymes.\\nBut when I look on her and hope\\nTo tell with joy what I admire.\\nMy thoughts He cramp d in narrow scope.\\nOr in the feeble birth expire\\nNo mystery of well-woven speech.\\nNo simplest phrase of tenderest fall.\\nNo liken d excellence can reach\\nHer, the most excellent of all.\\nThe best half of creation s best.\\nIts heart to feel, its eye to see.\\nThe crown and complex of the rest.\\nIts aim and its epitome.\\nNay, might I utter my conceit,\\nTwerc after all a voilgar song.\\nFor she s so simply, subtly sweet.\\nMy deepest rapture does her wrong.\\n17", "height": "3275", "width": "1782", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "THE ROSE OF\\nTHE WORLD\\nLo. when the Lord made North and South,\\nAnd sun and moon ordained. He,\\nForthbringing each by word of mouth\\nIn order of its dignity.\\nDid man from the crude clay express\\nBy sequence, and, all else decreed.\\nHe form d the woman nor might less\\nThan Sabbath such a work succeed.\\nAnd still with favour singled out,\\nMarr d less than man by mortal fall.\\nHer disposition is devout.\\nHer countenance angelical\\nThe best things that the best believe\\nAre in her face so kindly writ\\nThe faithless, seeing her, conceive\\nNot only heaven, but hope of it\\nNo idle thought her instinct shrouds.\\nBut fancy chequers settled sense.\\nLike alteration of the clouds\\ni8", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE ROSE OF THE WORLD\\nOn noonday s azure permanence\\nPure dignity, composure, ease\\nDeclare affections nobly fix d.\\nAnd impulse sprung from due degrees\\nOf sense and spirit sweetly mix d.\\nHer modesty, her chiefest grace.\\nThe cestus clasping Venus side.\\nHow potent to deject the face\\nOf him who would affront its pride\\nWrong dares not in her presence speak.\\nNor spotted thought its taint disclose\\nUnder the protest of a cheek\\nOutbragging Nature s boast the rose.\\nIn mind and manners how discreet\\nHow arcless in her very art\\nHow candid in discourse how sweet\\nThe concord of her lips and heart\\nHow simple and how circumspect\\nHow subtle and how fancy-free\\nThough sacred to her love, how deck d\\nWith unexclusive courtesy\\nHow quick in talk to see from far\\nThe way to vanquish or evade\\nHow able her persuasions are\\nTo prove, her reasons to persuade\\nHow (not to call true instinct s bent\\n19", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "THE ROSE OF THE WORLD\\nAnd woman s very nature, harm).\\nHow amiable and innocent\\nHer pleasure in her power to chaiTfn\\nHow humbly careful to attract,\\nTliough crown d with all the soul desires.\\nConnubial aptitude exact.\\nDiversity that never tires.\\n20", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER\\nHe meets, by heavenly chance express.\\nThe destined maid some hidden hand\\nUnveils to him that loveliness\\nWhich others cannot understand.\\nHis merits in her presence grow.\\nTo match the promise in her eyes.\\nAnd round her happy footsteps blow\\nThe authentic airs of Paradise.\\nFor joy of her he cannot sleep\\nHer beauty haunts him all the night\\nIt melts his heart, it makes him weep\\nFor wonder, worship, and delight.\\nO, paradox of love, he longs.\\nMost humble when he most aspires.\\nTo suffer scorn and cruel wrongs\\nFrom her he honours and dc Jros.\\nHer graces make him rich, and ask\\nNo guerdon this imperial style\\nAffronts him he disdains to bask,", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "THE LOVER\\nThe pensioner of her priceless smile.\\nHe prays for some hard thing to do,\\nSome work of fame and labour immense.\\nTo stretch the languid bulk and thew\\nOf love s fresh-bom magnipotence.\\nNo smallest boon were bought too dear.\\nThough barter d for his love-sick life\\nYet trusts he, with undaunted cheer.\\nTo vanquish heaven, and call her Wife.\\nHe notes how queens of sweetness still\\nNeglect their crowns, and stoop to mate\\nHow, self-consign d with lavish will.\\nThey ask but love proportionate\\nHow swift pursuit by small degrees.\\nLove s tactic, works like miracle\\nHow valour, clothed in courtesies,\\nBrings down the haughtiest citadel\\nAnd therefore, though he merits not\\nTo kiss the braid upon her skirt.\\nHis hope, discouraged ne er a jot.\\nOut-soars all possible desert.", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "HEAVEN AND\\nEARTH\\nHow long shall men deny the flower\\nBecause its roots are in the earth.\\nAnd crave with tears from God the dower\\nThey have, and have despised as dearth,\\nAnd scorn as low their human lot.\\nWith frantic pride, too blind to see\\nThat standing on the head makes not\\nEither for ease or dignity\\nBut fools shall feel like fools to find\\n(Too late inform d) that angels mirth\\nIs one in cause, and mode, and kind\\nWith that which they profaned on earth.", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "THE LETTER\\nO, MORE than dear, be more than just,\\nAnd do not deafly shut the door\\nI claim no right to speak I trust\\nMercy, not right yet who has more\\nFor, if more love makes not more fit,\\nOf claimants here none s more nor less,\\nSince your great worth does not permit\\nDegrees in our unworthiness.\\nYet, if there s aught that can be done\\nWith arduous labour of long years,\\nBy which you ll say that you ll be won,\\nO tell me, and I ll dry my tears.\\nAh, no if loving cannot move,\\nHow foolishly must labour fail\\nThe use of deeds is to show love\\nIf signs suffice let these avail\\nYour name pronounced brings to my heart\\nA feeling like the violet s breath,\\nWhich does so much of heaven impart\\n24", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE LETTER\\nIt makes me amorous of death\\nThe winds that in the garden toss\\nThe Guelder-roses give me pain,\\nAlarm me with the dread of loss,\\nExhaust me with the dream of gain\\nI m troubled by the clouds that move\\nTired by the breath which I respire\\nAnd ever, like a torch, my love,\\nThus agitated, flames the higher\\nAll s hard that has not you for goal\\nI scarce can move my hand to write,\\nFor love engages all my soul,\\nAnd leaves the body void of might\\nThe wings of will spread idly, as do\\nThe bird s that in a vacuum lies\\nMy breasi,, asleep with dreams of you,\\nForgets to breathe, and bursts in sighs\\nI see no rest this side the gi*ave,\\nNo rest nor hope, from you apart\\nYour life is in the rose you gave,\\nIts perfume suffocates my heart\\nThere s no refreshment in the breeze\\nThe heaven o erwhelms me with its blue\\nI faint beside the dancing seas\\nWinds, skies, and waves are only you\\nThe thought or act which not intends\\n25", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "THE LETTER\\nYou service, seems a sin and shame\\nIn that one only object ends\\nConscience, rehgion, honour, fame.\\nAh, could I put off love Could we\\nNever have met What calm, what ease\\nNay, but, alas, this remedy\\nWere ten times worse than the disease\\nFor when, indifferent, I pursue\\nThe world s best pleasures for relief,\\nMy heart, still sickening back to you,\\nFinds none like memory of its grief\\nAnd, though twere very hell to hear\\nYou felt such misery as I,\\nAll good, save you, were far less dear\\nThan is that ill with which I die\\nWhere er I go, wandering forlorn,\\nYou are the world s love, life, and glee\\nOh, wretchedness not to be borne\\nIf she that s Love should not love me\\n26", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE REVE\\nLATION\\nAn idle poet, here and there,\\nLooks round him but, for all the rest,\\nThe world, unfathomably fair.\\nIs duller than a witling s jest.\\nLove wakes men, once a lifetime each\\nThey lift their heavy lids, and look\\nAnd, lo, what one sweet page can teach.\\nThey read with joy, then shut the book.\\nAnd some give thanks, and some blaspheme.\\nAnd most forget but, either way.\\nThat and the Child s unheeded dream\\nIs all the light of all their day\\n27", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "THE DOUBT\\nThe moods of love are like the wind.\\nAnd none knows whence or why they rise\\nI ne er before felt heart and mind\\nSo much affected through mine eyes.\\nHow cognate with the flatter d air.\\nHow form d for earth s familiar zone.\\nShe moved how feeling and how fair\\nFor others pleasure and her own\\nAnd, ah, the heaven of her face\\nHow, when she laugh d I seem d to see\\nThe gladness of the primal grace.\\nAnd how, when grave, its dignity\\nOf all she was, the least not less\\nDelighted the devoted eye\\nNo fold or fashion of her dress\\nHer fairness did not sanctify.\\nI could not else than grieve. What cause\\nWas I not blest Was she not there\\nLikely my own Ah, that it was\\nHow like seem d likely to despair\\n28", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "SECURITY\\nBut as we talk d, my spirit quaff d\\nThe sparkling winds the candid skies\\nAt our untruthful strangeness laugh d\\nI kiss d with mine her smiling eyes\\nAnd sweet famihamess and awe\\nPrevail d that hour on either part^\\nAnd in the eternal light I saw\\nThat she was mine though yet my heart\\nCould not conceive, nor would confess\\nSuch contentation and there grew\\nMore form and more fair stateliness\\nThan heretofore between us two.\\n29", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "THE SPIRIT S\\nEPOCHS\\nNot in the crises of events.\\nOf compass d hopes, or fears fulfiU d,\\nOr acts of gravest consequence.\\nAre life s delight and depth reveal d.\\nThe day of days was not the day\\nThat went before, or was postponed\\nThe night Death took our lamp away\\nWas not the night on which we groan d.\\nI drew my bride, beneath the moon.\\nAcross my threshold happy hour\\nBut, ah, the walk that afternoon\\nWe saw the water-flags in flower\\n30", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE MAID\\nShe wearies with an ill unknown\\nIn sleep she sobs and seems to float,\\nA water-lily, all alone\\nWithin a lonely castle moat\\nAnd as the full-moon, spectral, lies\\nWithin the crescent s gleaming arms,\\nThe present shows her heedless eyes\\nA future dim with vague alarms.\\nShe sees, and yet she scarcely sees.\\nFor, life-in-life not yet begun.\\nToo many are its mysteries\\nFor thought to fix on any one.\\n31", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "ACCEPTANCE\\nTwice rose, twice died my trembling word\\nThe faint and frail Cathedral chimes\\nSpake time in music, and we heard\\nThe chafers rusthng in the limes.\\nHer dress, that touch d me Avhere I stood,\\nThe warmth of her confided arm.\\nHer bosom s gentle neighbom hood.\\nHer pleasure in her power to charm\\nHer look, her love, her form, her touch,\\nThe least seem d most by blissful turn.\\nBlissful but that it pleased too much.\\nAnd taught the wayward soul to yearn.\\nIt was as if a harp with wires\\nWas traversed by the breath I drew\\nAnd oh, sweet meeting of desires.\\nShe, answering, own d that she loved too.\\n32", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "BETROTHED\\nWhat fortune did my heart foretell\\nWhat shook my spirit, as I woke.\\nLike the vibration of a bell\\nOf which I had not heard the stroke\\nWas it some happy vision shut\\nFrom memory by the sun s fresh ray\\nWas it that linnet s song or but\\nA natural gratitude for day\\nOr the mere joy the senses weave,\\nA wayward ecstasy of life\\nThen I remember d, y ester-eve\\nI won Honoria for my Wife.", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "THE DANCE\\nBut there danced she, who from the leaven\\nOf ill preserv d my heart and wit\\nAll unawares, for she was heaven.\\nOthers at best but fit for it.\\nOne of those lovely things she was\\nIn whose least action there can be\\nNothing so transient but it has\\nAn air of immortality.\\nI mark d her step, with peace elate.\\nHer brow more beautiful than morn.\\nHer sometime look of girlish state\\nWhich sweetly waived its right to scorn\\nThe giddy crowd, she grave the while.\\nAlthough, as twere beyond her will.\\nAround her mouth the baby smile.\\nThat she was born with, linger d still.\\nHer ball-dress seem d a breathing mist.\\nFrom the fair form exhaled and shed.\\nRaised in the dance with arm and wrist\\n34", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE DANCE\\nAll warmth and light, unbraceleted.\\nHer motion, feeling twas beloved.\\nThe pensive soul of tune express d.\\nAnd, oh, what perfume, as she moved.\\nCame from the flowers in her breast\\nAh, none but I discern d her looks.\\nWhen in the throng she pass d me by.\\nFor love is hke a ghost, and brooks\\nOnly the chosen seer s eye\\nAnd who but she could e er divine\\nThe halo and the happy trance.\\nWhen her bright arm reposed on mine.\\nIn all the pauses of the dance\\n35", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "ENTREATY\\nO Dearest, tell me how to prove\\nGoodwill which cannot be express d\\nThe beneficial heart of love\\nIs labour in an idle breast.\\n36", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE REVULSION\\nTwAS when the spousal time of May\\nHangs all the hedge with bridal wreaths.\\nAnd air s so sweet the bosom gay\\nGives thanks for every breath it breathes\\nWhen like to like is gladly moved,\\nAnd each thing joins in Spring s refrain,\\nLet those love now who never loved\\nLet those who have loved love again\\nThat I, in whom the sweet time wrought.\\nLay stretch d within a lonely glade.\\nAbandoned to delicious thought.\\nBeneath the softly twinkling shade.\\nAnd so I mused, till musing brought\\nA dream that shook my house of clay.\\nAnd, in my humbled heart, I thought.\\nTo me there yet may come a day\\nWith this the single vestige seen\\nOf comfort, earthly or divine,\\n37", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "THE REVULSION\\nMy sorrow some time must have been\\nHer portion, had it not been mine.\\nThen I, who knew, from watching Hfe,\\nThat blows foreseen are slow to fall.\\nRehearsed the losing of a wife.\\nAnd faced its terrors each and all.\\nThe self-chastising fancy show d\\nThe coffin with its ghastly breath\\nThe innocent sweet face that owed\\nNone of its innocence to death\\nThe lips that used to laugh the knell\\nThat bade the world beware of mirth\\nThe heartless and intolerable\\nIndignity of earth to earth\\nAt morn remembering by degrees\\nThat she I dream d about was dead\\nLove s still recurrent jubilees.\\nThe days that she was bom, won, wed\\nThe duties of my life the same.\\nTheir meaning for the feelings gone\\nFriendship impertinent, and fame\\nDisgusting and, more harrowing none.\\nSmall household troubles fall n to me.\\nAs, What time would I dine to-day\\nAnd, oh, how could I bear to see\\nThe noisy children at their play.\\n38", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE REVULSION\\nBesides, where all things limp and halt.\\nCould I go straight, should I alone\\nHave kept my love without default\\nPitch d at the true and heavenly tone\\nThe festal-day might come to mind\\nThat miss d the gift which more endears\\nThe hour which might have been more kind.\\nAnd now less fertile in vain tears\\nThe good of common intercourse.\\nFor daintier pleasures then despised.\\nNow with what passionate remorse.\\nWhat poignancy of hunger prized\\nThe little wrong, now greatly rued.\\nWhich no repentance now could right\\nAnd love, in disbelieving mood.\\nDeserting his celestial height.\\nWithal to know, God s love sent grief\\nTo make me less the world s, and more\\nMeek-hearted ah, the sick rehef\\nWhy bow d I not my heart before\\n39", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "PRAISES\\nI PRAISED her, but no praise could fill\\nThe depths of her desire to please.\\nThough dull to others as a Will\\nTo them that have no legacies.\\nThe more I praised the more she shone.\\nHer eyes incredulously bright.\\nAnd all her happy beauty blown\\nBeneath the beams of my delight.\\nSweet rivalry was thus begot\\nBy turns, my speech, in passion s style.\\nWith flatteries the truth o ershot.\\nAnd she surpass d them with her smile.\\nNature to you was more than kind\\nTwas fond perversity to dress\\nSo much simplicity of mind\\nIn such a pomp of loveliness\\n40", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "MARRIAGE\\nFoRTHj from the glittering spirit s peace\\nAnd gaiety ineffable,\\nStream d to the heart delight and ease,\\nAs from an overflowing well\\nAnd, orderly deriving thence\\nIts pleasure perfect and allow d.\\nBright with the spirit shone the sense.\\nAs with the sun a fleecy cloud.\\n41", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "THE ROSY BOSOM D\\nHOURS\\nA FLORIN to the willing Guard\\nSecured, for half the way,\\n(He lock d us in, ah, lucky-starr d,)\\nA curtain d, front coupe.\\nThe sparkling sun of August shone\\nThe wind was in the West\\nYour gown and all that you had on\\nWas what became you best\\nAnd we were in that seldom mood\\nWhen soul with soul agrees.\\nMingling, like flood with equal flood.\\nIn agitated ease.\\nFar round, each blade of harvest bare\\nIts little load of bread\\nEach furlong of that journey fair\\nWith separate sweetness sped.\\nThe calm of use was coming o er\\nThe wonder of our wealth.\\nAnd now, maybe, twas not much more\\n42", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE ROSY BOSOM D HOURS\\nThan Eden s common health.\\nWe paced the sunny platform, while\\nThe train at Havant changed\\nWhat made the people kindly smile,\\nOr stare with looks estranged\\nToo radiant for a wife you seem d,\\nSerener than a bride\\nMe happiest born of men I deem d.\\nAnd show d perchance my pride.\\nI loved that girl, so gaunt and tall.\\nWho whispered loud, Sweet Thing\\nScanning your figure, slight yet all\\nRound as your own gold ring.\\nAt Salisbury you stray d alone\\nWithin the shafted glooms.\\nWhilst I was by the Verger shown\\nThe brasses and the tombs.\\nAt tea we talk d of matters deep.\\nOf joy that never dies\\nWe laugh d, till love was mix d with sleep\\nWithin your great sweet eyes.\\nThe next day, sweet with luck no less\\nAnd sense of sweetness past.\\nThe full tide of our happiness\\nRose higher than the last.\\nAt Dawlish, mid the pools of brine,\\n^3", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "THE ROSY BOSOM D HOURS\\nYou stept from rock to rock_,\\nOne hand quick tightening upon mine.\\nOne holding up your frock.\\nOn starfish and on weeds alone\\nYou seem d intent to be\\nFlash d those great gleams of hope unknown\\nFrom you, or from the sea\\nNe er came before, ah, when again\\nShall come two days like these\\nSuch quick delight within the brain.\\nWithin the heart such peace\\nI thought, indeed, by magic chance,\\nA third from Heaven to win.\\nBut as, at dusk, we reach d Penzance,\\nA drizzling rain set in.\\n44", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "VIND AND WAVE\\nThe wedded light and heat,\\nVinnowing the witless space,\\nVithout a let,\\nVhat are they till they beat\\nLgainst the sleepy sod, and there beget\\n^erchanee the violet\\ns the One found,\\nAmongst a wilderness of as happy grace,\\n^o make Heaven s bound\\n5o that in Her\\nUl which it hath of sensitively good\\ns sought and understood\\n^fter the narrow mode the mighty Heavens\\nprefer\\nJhe, as a little breeze\\ni- oUowing still Night,\\nlipples the spirit s cold, deep seas\\nnto delight\\n3ut, in a while,\\nt5", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "WIND AND WAVE\\nThe immeasurable smile\\nIs broke by fresher airs to flashes blent\\nWith darkling discontent\\nAnd all the subtle zephyr hurries gay.\\nAnd all the heaving ocean heaves one way,\\nT ward the void sky-line and an unguess d weal\\nUntil the vanward billows feel\\nThe agitating shallows, and divine the goal,\\nAnd to foam roll.\\nAnd spread and stray\\nAnd traverse wildly, like delighted hands.\\nThe fair and fleckless sands\\nAnd so the whole\\nUnfathomable and immense\\nTriumphing tide comes at the last to reach\\nAnd burst in wind-kiss d splendours on the deat-\\nning beach.\\nWhere forms of children in first innocence\\nLaugh and fling pebbles on the rainbow d crest\\nOf its untired unrest.\\n46", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "BEATA\\nOf infinite Heaven the rays.\\nPiercing some eyelet in our cavern black.\\nEnded their viewless track\\nOn thee to smite\\nSolely, as on a diamond stalactite.\\nAnd in mid-darkness lit a rainbow s blaze.\\nWherein the absolute Reason, Power, and Love,\\nThat erst could move\\nMainly in me but toil and weariness.\\nRenounced their deadening might.\\nRenounced their undistinguishable stress\\nOf withering white.\\nAnd did with gladdest hues my spirit caress,\\nNothing of Heaven in thee showing infinite,\\nSave the delight.\\n47", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "IF I WERE DEAD\\nIf I were dead, you d sometimes say. Poor\\nChild\\nThe dear lips quiver d as they spake.\\nAnd the tears brake\\nFrom eyes which, not to grieve me, brightly smiled.\\nPoor Child, poor Child\\nI seem to hear your laugh, your talk, your song.\\nIt is not true that Love will do no wrong.\\nPoor Child\\nAnd did you think, when you so cried and smiled.\\nHow I, in lonely nights, should lie awake.\\nAnd of those words your full avengers make\\nPoor Child, poor Child\\nAnd now, unless it be\\nThat sweet amends thrice told are come to thee,\\nO God, have Thou no mercy upon me\\nPoor Child\\n48", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "DELICI.E SAPIENTI^\\nDE AMORE\\nLove, light for me\\nThy ruddiest blazing torch.\\nThat I, albeit a beggar by the Porch\\nOf the glad Palace of Virginity,\\nMay gaze within, and sing the pomp I see\\nFor, crown d with roses all,\\nTis there, O Love, they keep thy festival\\nBut first warn off the beatific spot\\nThose wretched who have not\\nEven afar beheld the shining wall.\\nAnd those who, once beholding, have forgot..\\nAnd those, most vile, who dress\\nThe chdmel spectre drear\\nOf utterly dishallow d nothingness\\nIn that refulgent fame.\\nAnd cry, Lo, here\\nAnd name\\nThe Lady whose smiles inflame\\nThe sphere.\\n49 D", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "DELICIiE SAPIENTIiE DE AMORE\\nBring, Love, anear.\\nAnd bid be not afraid\\nYoung Lover true, and Love-foreboding Maid,\\nAnd wedded Spouse, if virginal of thought\\nFor I will sing of nought\\nLess sweet to hear\\nThan seems\\nA music in their half-remember d dreams.\\nThe magnet calls the steel\\nAnswers the iron to the magnet s breath\\nWhat do they feel\\nBut death\\nThe clouds of summer kiss in flame and rain.\\nAnd are not found again\\nBut the heavens themselves eternal are with fire\\nOf unapproach d desire.\\nBy the aching heart of Love, which cannot rest.\\nIn blissfuUest pathos so indeed possess d.\\nO, spousals high\\nO, doctrine blest.\\nUnutterable in even the happiest sigh\\nThis know ye all\\nWho can recall\\nWith what a welling of indignant tears\\nLove s simpleness first hears\\nThe meaning of his mortal covenant,\\n50", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "DELICI^ SAPIENTIiE DE AMORE\\nAnd from what pride comes down\\nTo wear the crown\\nOf which twas very heaven to feel the want.\\nHow envies he the ways\\nOf yonder hopeless star.\\nAnd so would laugh and yearn\\nWith trembling Hds eterne.\\nIneffably content from infinitely far\\nOnly to gaze\\nOn his bright Mistress s responding rays,\\nThat never know eclipse\\nAnd, once in his long year.\\nWith praeternuptial ecstasy and fear.\\nBy the delicious law of that ellipse\\nWherein all citizens of ether move.\\nWith hastening pace to come\\nNearer, though never near.\\nHis Love\\nAnd always inaccessible sweet Home\\nThere on his path doubly to bum,\\nKiss d by her doubled light\\nThat whispers of its source.\\nThe ardent secret ever clothed with Night,\\nThen go forth in new force\\nTowards a new return.\\nRejoicing as a Bridegroom on his course\\n51", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "DELICI^ SAPIENTI^ DE AMORE\\nThis know ye all\\nTherefore gaze bold.\\nThat so in you be joyful hope increased.\\nThorough the Palace portals, and behold\\nThe dainty and unsating Marriage-Feast.\\nO, hear\\nThem singing clear\\nCor meum et caro mea round the I am/\\nThe Husband of the Heavens, and the Lamb\\nWhom they for ever follow there that kept.\\nOr losing, never slept\\nTill they reconquer d had in mortal fight\\nThe standard white.\\nO, hear\\nFrom the harps they bore from Earth, five-strung,\\nwhat music springs.\\nWhile the glad Spirits chide\\nThe wondering strings\\nAnd how the shining sacrificial Choirs,\\nOffering for aye their dearest hearts desires.\\nWhich to their hearts come back beatified.\\nHymn, the bright aisles along.\\nThe nuptial song.\\nSong ever new to us and them, that saith,\\nHail Virgin in Virginity a Spouse\\nHeard first below\\n52", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "DELICIiE SAPIENTIiE DE AMORE\\nWithin the little house\\nAt Nazareth\\nHeard yet in many a cell where brides of Christ\\nLie hid, emparadised.\\nAnd where, although\\nBy the hour tis night.\\nThere s light.\\nThe Day still lingering in the lap of snow.\\nGaze and be not afraid\\nYe wedded few that honour, in sweet thought\\nAnd glittering will.\\nSo freshly from the garden gather still\\nThe lily sacrificed\\nFor ye, though self-suspected here for nought.\\nAre highly styled\\nWith the thousands twelve times twelve of unde-\\nfiled.\\nGaze and be not afraid\\nYoung Lover true and love-foreboding Maid.\\nThe full noon of deific vision bright\\nAbashes nor abates\\nNo spark minute of Nature s keen delight.\\nTis there your Hymen waits\\nThere where in courts afar, all unconfused, they\\ncrowd.\\nAs fumes the starlight soft\\n53", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "DELICI^ SAPIENTI^ DE AMORE\\nIn gulfs of cloud.\\nAnd each to the other, well-content.\\nSighs oft,\\nTwas this we meant\\nGaze without blame\\nYe in whom living Love yet blushes for dead\\nshame.\\nThere of pure Virgins none\\nIs fairer seen.\\nSave One,\\nThan Mary Magdalene.\\nGaze without doubt or fear\\nYe to whom generous Love, by any name, is dear\\nLove makes the life to be\\nA fount perpetual of virginity\\nFor, lo, the Elect\\nOf generous Love, how nam d soe er, affect\\nNothing but God,\\nOr mediate or direct.\\nNothing but God,\\nThe Husband of the Heavens\\nAnd who Him love, in potence great or small.\\nAre, one and all.\\nHeirs of the Palace glad.\\nAnd inly clad\\nWith the^bridal robes of ardour virginal.\\n54", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "MIGNONNE\\nWhate er thou dost thou rt dear.\\nUncertain troubles sanctify\\nThat magic well-spring of the willing tear.\\nThine eye.\\nThy jealous fear.\\nWith not the rustle of a rival near\\nThy careless disregard of all\\nMy tenderest care\\nThy dumb despair\\nWhen thy keen wit my worship may construe\\nInto contempt of thy divinity\\nThey please me too\\nBut should it once befall\\nThese accidental charms to disappear.\\nLeaving withal\\nThy sometime self the same throughout the year.\\nSo glowing, grave and shy.\\nKind, talkative and dear\\nAs now thou sitt st to ply\\n55", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "MIGNONNE\\nThe fireside tune\\nOf that neat engine deft at which thou sew st\\nWith fingers mild and foot hke the new moon,\\nO, then what cross of any further fate\\nCould my content abate\\nForget, then, (but I know\\nThou canst not so,)\\nThy customs of some praediluvian state.\\nI am no Bullfinch, fair my Butterfly,\\nThat thou should st try\\nThose zigzag courses, in the welkin clear\\nNor cruel Boy that, fledd st thou straight\\nOr paused, mayhap\\nMight catch thee, for thy colours, with his cap.\\n56", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "MILDRED\\nMildred s of Earth, yet happier far\\nThan most men s thoughts of Heaven are.\\n57", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "REJECTED\\nPerhaps she s dancing somewhere now\\nThe thoughts of light and music wake\\nSharp jealousies, that grow and grow\\nTill silence and the darkness ache.\\nHe sees her step, so proud and gay,\\nWhich, ere he spake, foretold despair\\nThus did she look, on such a day.\\nAnd such the fashion of her hair\\nAnd thus she stood, when, kneeling low.\\nHe took the bramble from her dress.\\nAnd thus she laugh d and talk d, whose No\\nWas sweeter than another s Yes.\\nHe feeds on thoughts that most deject\\nHe impudently feigns her charms.\\nSo reverenced in his own respect.\\nDreadfully clasp d by other arms\\nAnd turns, and puts his brows, that ache.\\nAgainst the pillow where tis cold.\\nIf only now his heart would break\\nBut, oh, how much a heart can hold.\\nS8", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "LOVE IN TEARS\\nIf fate Love s dear ambition mar.\\nAnd load his breast with hopeless pain.\\nAnd seem to blot out sun and star,\\nLove, won or lost, is countless gain\\nHis sorrow boasts a secret bliss\\nWhich sorrow of itself beguiles.\\nAnd Love in tears too noble is\\nFor pity, save of Love in smiles.\\n59", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "DENIED\\nThe storm-cloud, whose portentous shade\\nFumes from a core of smother d fire,\\nHis hvery is whose worshipp d maid\\nDenies herself to his desire.\\nAh, grief that almost crushes life,\\nTo lie upon his lonely bed.\\nAnd fancy her another s wife\\nHis brain is flame, his heart is lead.\\nSinking at last, by nature s course,\\nCloak d round with sleep from his despair.\\nHe does but sleep to gather force\\nThat goes to his exhausted care.\\nHe wakes renew d for all the smart.\\nHis only Love, and she is wed\\nHis fondness comes about his heart.\\nAs milk comes, when the babe is dead.\\nThe wretch, whom she found fit for scorn.\\nHis own allegiant thoughts despise\\nAnd far into the shining mom\\nLazy with misery he lies.\\n60", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "LOVE S WILL\\nBE DONE\\nNot loss, not death, my love shall tire,\\nA mystery does my heart foretell\\nNor do I press the oracle\\nFor explanations. Leave me alone.\\nAnd let in me love s will be done.\\n6i", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "FIRST LOVE\\nREMEMBERED\\nAs, ere the Spring has any power.\\nThe almond branch all turns to flower.\\nThough not a leaf is out, so she\\nThe bloom of life provoked in me\\nAnd, hard till then and selfish, I\\nWas thenceforth nought but sanctity\\nAnd service life was mere delight\\nIn being wholly good and right.\\nAs she was just, without a slur\\nHonouring myself no less than her\\nObeying, in the loneliest place,\\nEv n to the slightest gesture, grace.\\nAssured that one so fair, so true.\\nHe only served that was so too.\\nFor me, hence weak towards the weak.\\nNo more the unnested blackbird s shriek\\nStartled the light-leaved wood on high\\nWander d the gadding butterfly,\\nUnscared by my flung cap the bee,\\n62", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "FIRST LOVE REMEMBERED\\nRifling the hollyhock in glee.\\nWas no more trapp d with his own flower.\\nAnd for his honey slain. Her power.\\nFrom great things even to the grass\\nThrough which the unfenced footways pass.\\nWas law, and that which keeps the law.\\nCherubic gaiety and awe\\nDay was her doing, and the lark\\nHad reason for his song the dark\\nIn anagram innumerous spelt\\nHer name with stars that throbb d and felt\\nTwas the sad summit of delight\\nTo wake and weep for her at night\\nShe tum d to triumph or to shame\\nThe strife of every childish game\\nThe heart would come into my throat\\nAt rosebuds howsoe er remote.\\nIn opposition or consent.\\nEach thing, or person, or event.\\nOr seeming neutral howsoe er.\\nAll, in the live, electric air.\\nAwoke, took aspect, and confess d\\nIn her a centre of unrest.\\nYea, stocks and stones within me bred\\nAnxieties of joy and dread.\\nO, bright apocalyptic sky", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "FIRST LOVE REMEMBERED\\nO erarching childhood Far and nigh\\nMystery and obscuration none.\\nYet nowhere any moon or sun\\nWhat reason for these sighs What hope.\\nDaunting with its audacious scope\\nThe disconcerted heart, affects\\nThese ceremonies and respects\\nWhy stratagems in everything\\nWhy, why not kiss her in the ring\\nTis nothing strange that warriors bold.\\nWhose fierce, forecasting eyes behold\\nThe city they desire to sack.\\nHumbly begin their proud attack\\nBy delving ditches two miles off.\\nAware how the fair place would scoff\\nAt hasty wooing but, O child.\\nWhy thus approach thy playmate mild\\n64", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "LOST LOVE\\nFashion d by Heaven and by art\\nSo is she, that she makes the heart\\nAche and o erflow with tears, that grace\\nSo lovely fair should have for place,\\n(Deeming itself at home the while,)\\nThe unworthy earth To see her smile\\nAmid this waste of pain and sin.\\nAs only knowing the heaven within.\\nIs sweet, and does for pity stir\\nPassion to be her minister\\nWherefore last night I lay awake.\\nAnd said, Ah, Lord, for thy love s sake.\\nGive not this darling child of thine\\nTo care less reverent than mine\\nAnd, as true faith was in my word,\\nI trust, I trust that I was heard.\\n6s", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "AWAY\\nThe multitude of voices blythe\\nOf early day, the hissing scythe\\nAcross the dew drawn and withdrawn.\\nThe noisy peacock on the lawn.\\nThese, and the sun s eye-gladding gleam.\\nThis morning, chased the sweetest dream\\nThat e er shed penitential grace\\nOn life s forgetful commonplace\\nYet twas no sweeter than the spell\\nTo which I woke to say farewell.\\nNoon finds me many a mile removed\\nFrom her who must not be beloved\\nAnd us the waste sea soon shall part.\\nHeaving for aye, without a heart\\nBeholding one like her, a man\\nLongs to lay down his life How can\\nAught to itself seem thus enough\\nWhen I have so much need thereof\\n66", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "AWAY\\nBlest in her place, blissful is she\\nAnd I, departing, seem to be\\nLike the strange waif that comes to run\\nA few days flaming near the sun.\\nAnd carries back, through boundless night,\\nIts lessening memory of light.\\nHad I but her, ah, what the gain\\nOf owning aught but that domain\\nNay, heaven s extent, however much.\\nCannot be more than many such\\nAnd, she being mine, should God to me\\nSay Lo my Child, I give to thee\\nAll heaven besides, what could I then.\\nBut, as a child, to Him complain\\nThat whereas my dear Father gave\\nA little space for me to have\\nIn His great garden, now, o erblest,\\nI ve that, indeed, but all the rest.\\nWhich, somehow, makes it seem I ve\\ngot\\nAll but my only cared-for plot.\\nEnough was that for my weak hand\\nTo tend, my heart to understand.\\nOh, the sick fact, twixt her and me\\nThere s naught, and half a world of sea.", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "AWAY\\nYet, latterly, with strange delight.\\nRich tides have risen in the night.\\nAnd sweet dreams chased the fancies dense\\nOf waking life s dull somnolence.\\nI see her as I knew her, grace\\nAlready glory in her face\\nI move about, I cannot rest,\\nFor the proud brain and joyful breast\\nI have of her. Or else I float.\\nThe pilot of an idle boat.\\nAlone, alone with sky and sea.\\nAnd her, the third simplicity.\\nOr with me, in the Ball-Room s blaze.\\nHer brilliant mildness thrids the maze\\nOur thoughts are lovely, and each word\\nIs music in the music heard.\\nAnd all things seem but parts to be\\nOf one persistent harmony.\\nBy which I m made divinely bold\\nThe secret, which she knows, is told\\nAnd, laughing with a lofty bliss\\nOf innocent accord, we kiss\\nAbout her neck my pleasure weeps\\nAgainst my lip the silk vein leaps\\nThen says an Angel, Day or night,\\nIf yours you seek, not her delight,\\n68", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "AWAY\\nAlthough by some strange witchery\\nIt seems you kiss her, tis not she\\nBut, whilst you languish at the side\\nOf a fair-foul phantasmal bride,\\nSurely a dragon and strong tower\\nGuard the true lady in her bower.\\nAnd I say, Dear my Lord, Amen\\nAnd the true lady kiss again.\\nOr else some wasteful malady\\nDevours her shape and dims her eye\\nNo charms are left, where all were rife.\\nExcept her voice, which is her life.\\nWherewith she, for her foolish fear.\\nSays trembling, Do you love me. Dear\\nAnd I reply, Sweetest, I vow\\nI never loved but half till now.\\nShe turns her face to the wall at this.\\nAnd says, Go, Love, tis too much bliss.\\nAnd then a sudden pulse is sent\\nAbout the sounding firmament\\nIn smitings as of silver bars\\nThe bright disorder of the stars\\nIs solved by music far and near.\\nThrough infinite distinctions clear.\\nTheir twofold voices deeper tone\\nUtters the Name which all things own.\\n69", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "AWAY\\nAnd each ecstatic treble dwells\\nOn one whereof none other tells\\nAnd we, sublimed to song and fire.\\nTake order in the wheeling quire.\\nTill from the throbbing sphere I start.\\nWaked by the heaving of my heart.\\nThere comes a smile acutely sweet\\nOut of the picturing dark I meet\\nThe ancient frankness of her gaze.\\nThat soft and heart-surprising blaze\\nOf great goodwill and innocence.\\nAnd perfect joy proceeding thence\\nAh made for earth s delight, yet such\\nThe mid-sea air s too gross to touch.\\nAt thought of which, the soul in me\\nIs as the bird that bites a bee.\\nAnd darts abroad on frantic wing.\\nTasting the honey and the sting.\\nI grew so idle, so despised\\nMyself, my powers, by Her unprized,\\nHonouring my post, but nothing more.\\nAnd lying, when I lived on shore.\\nSo late of mornings weak tears stream d.\\nFor such slight cause, if only gleam d,\\n70", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "AWAY\\nRemotely, beautifully bright.\\nOn clouded eves at sea, the light\\nOf English headlands in the sun,\\nThat soon I deem d twere better done\\nTo lay this poor, complaining wraith\\nOf unreciprocated faith.\\n71", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "RACHEL\\nYou loved her, and would lie all night\\nThinking how beautiful she was.\\nAnd what to do for her delight.\\nNow both are bound with alien laws\\nBe patient put your heart to school\\nWeep if you will, but not despair\\nThe trust that nought goes wrong by rule\\nShould ease this load the many bear.\\nLove, if there s heav n, shall meet his dues.\\nThough here unmatch d, or match d amiss\\nMeanwhile, the gentle cannot choose\\nBut learn to love the lips they kiss.\\nNe er hurt the homely sister s ears\\nWith Rachel s beauties secret be\\nThe lofty mind whose lonely tears\\nProtest against mortality.\\n72", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE VOICE OF\\nONE I KNEW\\nAll the bright past seems.\\nNow, but a splendour in my dreams.\\nWhich shows, albeit the dreamer wakes,\\nThe standard of right life. Life aches\\nTo be therewith conform d but, oh.\\nThe world s so stolid, dark, and low\\nThat and the mortal element\\nForbid the beautiful intent.\\nAnd, like the unborn butterfly.\\nIt feels the wings, and wants the sky.\\nBut perilous is the lofty mood\\nWhich cannot yoke with lowly good\\nRight life, for me, is life that wends\\nBy lowly ways to lofty ends.\\nI well perceive, at length, that haste\\nT ward heaven itself is only waste\\nAnd thus I dread the impatient spur\\nOf aught that speaks too plain of Her\\nThere s little here that story tells\\n73", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "THE VOICE OF ONE I KNEW\\nBut music talks of nothing else.\\nTherefore, when music breathes, I say,\\n(And urge my task,) Away, away\\nThou art the voice of one I knew.\\nBut what thou say st is not yet true\\nThou art the voice of her I loved.\\nAnd I would not be vainly moved.\\n74", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "IN THE WOODS\\nAnd then, as if I sweetly dream d,\\nI half-remember d how it seem d\\nWhen I, too, was a little child\\nAbout the wild wood roving wild.\\nPure breezes from the far-off height\\nMelted the blindness from my sight,\\nUntil, with rapture, grief, and awe,\\nI saw again as then I saw.\\nAs then 1 saw, I saw again\\nThe harvest-waggon in the lane.\\nWith high-hung tokens of its pride\\nLeft in the elms on either side\\nThe daisies coming out at dawai\\nIn constellations on the lawn\\nThe glory of the daffodil\\nThe three black windmills on the hill.\\nWhose magic arms, flung wildly by.\\nSent magic shadows o er the rye.\\nWithin the leafy coppice, lo.\\n75", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "IN THE WOODS\\nMore wealth than miser s dreams could show.\\nThe blackbird s warm and woolly brood.\\nFive golden beaks agape for food\\nThe GipsieSj all the summer seen\\nNative as poppies to the Green\\nThe winter, with its frosts and thaws\\nAnd opulence of hips and haws\\nThe lovely marvel of the snow\\nThe Tamar, with its altering show\\nOf gay ships sailing up and down.\\nAmong the fields and by the Town\\nAnd, dearer far than anything.\\nCame back the songs you used to sing.\\nAnd, as to men s retreating eyes.\\nBeyond high mountains higher rise.\\nStill farther back there shone to me\\nThe dazzling dusk of infancy.\\nThither I look d, as, sick of night.\\nThe Alpine shepherd looks to the height.\\nAnd does not see the day, tis true.\\nBut sees the rosy tops that do.\\nDebtor to few, forgotten hours\\nAm I, that truths for me are powers.\\nAh, happy hours, tis something yet\\nNot to forget that I forget\\n76", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "LEAH\\nYour love lacks joy, your letter says.\\nYes love requires the focal space\\nOf recollection or of hope.\\nE er it can measure its own scope.\\nToo soon, too soon comes Death to show\\nWe love more deeply than we know\\nThe rain, that fell upon the height\\nToo gently to be call d delight,\\nWithin the dark veil reappears\\nAs a wild cataract of tears\\nAnd love in life should strive to see\\nSometimes what love in death would be\\nNo magic of her voice or smile\\nSuddenly raised a fairy isle.\\nBut fondness for her underwent\\nAn unregarded increment.\\nLike that which Hfts, through centuries.\\nThe coral-reef within the seas.\\nTill, lo the land where was the wave.\\nAlas tis everywhere her grave.\\n77", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "HER COUNSEL\\nOh, should the mournful honeymoon\\nOf death be over strangely soon.\\nAnd life-long resolutions, made\\nIn grievous haste, as quickly fade,\\nSeeming the truth of grief to mock.\\nThink, Dearest, tis not by the clock\\nThat sorrow goes. A month of tears\\nIs more than many, many years\\nOf common time. Shun, if you can.\\nHowever, any passionate plan.\\nGrieve with the heart let not the head\\nGrieve on, when grief of heart is dead\\nFor all the powers of life defy\\nA superstitious constancy.\\n78", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "SPONSA DEI\\nWhat is this Maiden fair.\\nThe laughing of whose eye\\nIs in man s heart renew d virginity\\nWho yet sick longing breeds\\nFor marriage which exceeds\\nThe inventive guess of Love to satisfy\\nWith hope of utter binding, and of loosing endless\\ndear despair\\nWhat gleams about her shine.\\nMore transient than delight and more divine\\nIf she does something but a httle sweet.\\nAs gaze towards the glass to set her hair.\\nSee how his soul falls humbled at her feet\\nHer gentle step, to go or come.\\nGains her more merit than a martyrdom\\nAnd, if she dance, it doth such grace confer\\nAs opes the heaven of heavens to more than her.\\nAnd makes a rival of her worshipper.\\nTo die unknown for her were httle cost\\n79", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "SPONSA DEI\\nSo is she without guile.\\nHer mere refused smile\\nMakes up the sum of that which may be lost\\nWho is this Fair\\nWhom each hath seen.\\nThe darkest once in this bewailed dell.\\nBe he not destin d for the glooms of hell\\nWhom each hath seen\\nAnd known, with sharp remorse and sweet, as\\nQueen\\nAnd tear-glad Mistress of his hopes of bliss.\\nToo fair for man to kiss\\nWho is this only happy She,\\nWhom, by a frantic flight of courtesy.\\nBom of despair\\nOf better lodging for his Spirit fair.\\nHe adores as Margaret, Maude, or Cecily\\nAnd what this sigh.\\nThat each one heaves for Earth s last lowlihead\\nAnd the Heaven high\\nIneffably lock d in dateless bridal-bed\\nAre all, then, mad, or is it prophecy\\nSons now we are of God, as we have heard,\\nBut what we shall be hath not yet appear d.\\nO, Heart, remember thee.\\nThat Man is none,\\n80", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "SPONSA DEI\\nSave One.\\nWhat if this Lady be thy Soul, and He\\nWho claims to enjoy her sacred beauty be.\\nNot Thou, but God and thy sick fire\\nA female vanity.\\nSuch as a Bride, viewing her mirror d charms.\\nFeels when she sighs, All these are for his arms\\nA reflex heat\\nFlash d on thy cheek from His immense desire.\\nWhich waits to crown, beyond thy brain s conceit.\\nThy nameless, secret, hopeless longing sweet.\\nNot by-and-by, but now.\\nUnless deny Him thou", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "BONDS\\nFor, ah, who can express\\nHow full of bonds and simpleness\\nIs God,\\nHow narrow is He,\\nAnd how the wide, waste field of possibility\\nIs only trod\\nStraight to His homestead in the human heart.\\nAnd all His art\\nIs as the babe s that wins his Mother to repeat\\nHer little song so sweet\\n82", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "TO THE BODY\\nCreation s and Creator s crowning good\\nWall of infinitude\\nFoundation of the sky.\\nIn Heaven forecast\\nAnd long d for from eternity.\\nThough laid the last\\nReverberating dome.\\nOf music cunningly built home\\nAgainst the void and indolent disgrace\\nOf unresponsive space\\nLittle, sequester d pleasure-house\\nFor God and for His Spouse\\nElaborately, yea, past conceiving, fair.\\nSince, from the graced decorum of the hair,\\nEv n to the tingling, sweet\\nSoles of the simple, earth-confiding feet,\\nAnd from the inmost heart\\nOutwards unto the thin\\nSilk curtains of the skin,\\n83", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "TO THE BODY\\nEvery least part\\nAstonish d hears\\nAnd sweet replies to some like region of the\\nspheres\\nForm d for a dignity prophets but darkly name.\\nLest shameless men cry Shame\\nSo rich with wealth conceal d\\nThat Heaven and Hell fight chiefly for this field\\nClinging to everything that pleases thee\\nWith indefectible fidelity\\nAlas, so true\\nTo all thy friendships that no grace\\nThee from thy sin can wholly disembrace\\nWhich thus bides with thee as the Jebusite,\\nThat, maugre all God s promises could do.\\nThe chosen People never conquer d quite\\nWho therefore lived with them.\\nAnd that by formal truce and as of right.\\nIn metropolitan Jerusalem.\\nFor which false fealty\\nThou needs must, for a season, lie\\nIn the grave s arms, foul and unshriven.\\nAlbeit, in Heaven,\\nThy crimson-throbbing Glov\u00c2\u00abf\\nInto its old abode aye pants to go.\\nAnd does with envy see\\n84", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "TO THE BODY\\nEnoch, Elijah, and the Lady, she\\nWho left the roses in her body s lieu.\\nO, if the pleasures I have kno^vn in thee\\nBut my poor faith s poor first-fruits be.\\nWhat quintessential, keen, ethereal bliss\\nThen shall be his\\nWho has thy birth-time s consecrating dew\\nFor death s sweet chrism retain d.\\nQuick, tender, virginal, and unprofaned", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "AURAS OF DELIGHT\\nAnd Him I thank, who can make live again\\nThe dust, but not the joy we once profane.\\nThat I, of ye.\\nBeautiful habitations, auras of delight.\\nIn childish years and since had sometime sense\\nand sight.\\nBut that ye vanish d quite.\\nEven from memory.\\nEre I could get my breath, and whisper See\\nBut did for me\\nThey altogether die.\\nThose trackless glories glimps d in upper sky\\nWere they of chance, or vain,\\nNor good at all again\\nFor curb of heart or fret\\nNay, though, by grace.\\nLest, haply, I refuse God to his face.\\nTheir likeness wholly I forget.\\nAh, yet,\\n86", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "AURAS OF DELIGHT\\nOften in straits which else for me were ill,\\nI mind me still\\nI did respire the lonely auras sweet,\\nI did the blest abodes behold, and, at the moun-\\ntains feet.\\nBathed in the holy Stream by Hermon s thymy\\nhiU.\\n87", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "PSYCHE\\nWhat awful pleasure do thine eyes bespeak.\\nWhat shame is in thy childish cheek.\\nWhat terror on thy brow\\nIs this my Psyche, once so pale and meek\\nAnd all thy life looks troubled like a tree s\\nWhose boughs wave many ways in one great\\nbreeze.\\n88", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "DAWN\\nAh, say not yet, farewell\\nNay, that s the Blackbird s note, the sweet\\nNight s knell.\\nThou leav st me now, like to the moon at dawr,\\nA little, vacuous world alone in air.\\n89", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "THE EDGE OF BLISS\\nSadness and change and pain\\nShall me for ever stain\\nFor, though my blissful fate\\nBe for a billion years.\\nHow shall I stop my tears\\nThat life was once so low and Love arrived so\\nlate\\nSadness is beauty s savour, and pain is\\nThe exceedingly keen edge of bliss\\nNor, without swift mutation, would the heav ns\\nbe aught.*\\n90", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "EROS\\nAccept the sweety and say tis sacrifice\\nSleep, Centre to the tempest of m}^ love,\\nAnd dream thereof.\\nAnd koep the smile which sleeps within thy face\\nLike sunny eve in some forgotten place\\n91", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "AMELIA\\nWhene er mine eyes do my Amelia greet\\nIt is with such emotion\\nAs when, in childhood, turning a dim street,\\nI first beheld the ocean.\\nThere, where the little, bright, surf-breathing\\ntown.\\nThat shew d me first her beauty and the sea.\\nGathers its skirts against the gorse-lit down\\nAnd scatters gardens o er the southern lea,\\nAbides this Maid\\nWithin a kind yet sombre Mother s shade.\\nWho of her daughter s graces seems almost afraid,\\nViewing them ofttimes with a scared forecast.\\nCaught, haply, from obscure love-peril past.\\nHowe er that be.\\nShe scants me of my right.\\nIs cunning careful evermore to balk\\nSweet separate talk.\\nAnd fevers my delight\\n92", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "AMELIA\\nBy frets, if, on Amelia s cheek of peach,\\nI touch the notes which music cannot reach.\\nBidding Good-night\\nAnd there Amelia stood, for fairness shewn\\nLike a young apple-tree, in flush d array\\nOf white and ruddy flow r, auroral, gay.\\nWith chilly blue the maiden branch between\\nAnd yet to look on her moved less the mind\\nTo say How beauteous than How good and\\nkind\\nAnd so we went alone\\nBy walls o er which the lilac s numerous plume\\nShook down perfume\\nTrim plots close blown\\nWith daisies, in conspicuous myriads seen,\\nEngross d each one\\nWith single ardour for her spouse, the sun\\nGarths in their glad aiTay\\nOf white and ruddy branch, auroral, gay.\\nWith azure chill the maiden flow r between\\nMeadows of fervid green.\\nWith sometime sudden prospect of untold\\nCowslips, like chance-found gold\\nAnd broadcast buttercups at joyful gaze.\\nRending the air with praise,\\n93", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "AMELIA\\nLike the six-hundred-thousand-voiced shout\\nOf Jacob camp d in Midian put to rout\\nThen through the Park,\\nWhere Spring to livelier gloom\\nQuicken d the cedars dark.\\nAnd, gainst the clear sky cold.\\nWhich shone afar\\nCrowded with sunny alps oracular.\\nGreat chestnuts raised themselves abroad like\\ncliffs of bloom\\nAnd everywhere.\\nAmid the ceaseless rapture of the lark.\\nWith wonder new\\nWe caught the solemn voice of single air,\\nCuckoo\\nNow would I keep my promise to her Mother\\nNow I arose, and raised her to her feet.\\nMy best Amelia, fresh-born from a kiss.\\nMoth-like, full-blown in birthdew shuddering\\nsweet.\\nWith great, kind eyes, in whose brown shade\\nBright Venus and her Baby play d\\nAt inmost heart well pleased with one\\nanother,\\nWliat time the slant sun low\\n94", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "AMELIA\\nThrough} the ploughed field does each clod sharply\\nshew.\\nAnd softly fills\\nWith shade the dimples of our homeward hills.\\nWith little said.\\nWe left the wilder d garden of the dead.\\nAnd gain d the gorse-lit shoulder of the down\\nThat keeps the north-wind from the nestling\\ntown.\\nAnd caught, once more, the vision of the wave.\\nWhere, on the horizon s dip,\\nA many-sailed ship\\nPursued alone her distant purpose grave\\nAnd, by steep steps rock-hewn, to the dim street\\nI led her sacred feet\\nAnd so the Daughter gave.\\nSoft, moth-like, sweet,\\nShowy as damask-rose and shy as musk.\\nBack to her Mother, anxious in the dusk.\\nAnd now Good-night\\nMe shall the phantom months no more affright.\\nFor heaven s gates to open well waits he\\nWho keeps himself the key.\\n95", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "AFTER STORM\\nSo lay the Earth that saw the skies\\nGrow clear and bright above.\\nAs the repentant spirit hes\\nIn God s forgiving love.\\nThe lark forsook the waning day.\\nAnd all loud songs did cease\\nThe robin, from a wither d spray.\\nSang like a soul at peace.\\nFar to the South, in sunset glow d\\nThe peaks of Dartmoor ridge.\\nAnd Tamar, full and tranquil, flow d\\nBeneath the Gresson Bridge.\\nThere, conscious of the numerous noise\\nOf rain-awaken d rills.\\nAnd gathering deep and sober joys\\nFrom the heart-enlarging hills,\\nI sat, until the first white star\\nAppear d, with dewy rays.\\nAnd the fair moon began to bar\\n96", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "AFTER STORM\\nWith shadows all the ways.\\nO^ well is thee^ whate er thou art.\\nAnd happy shalt thou be,\\nIf thou hast known, within thy heart.\\nThe peace that came to me.\\nO, well is thee, if aught shall win\\nThy spirit to confess,\\nGod proffers all, twere grievous sin\\nTo live content in less\\n97", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "VENUS AND DEATH\\nWith fetters gold her captivated feet\\nLay, sunny sweet\\nIn that palm was the poppy. Sleep in this\\nThe apple. Bliss\\nAgainst the mild side of his Spouse and Mother\\nOne small God throve, and in t, meseem d, another.\\nBy these a Death-in-Life did foully breathe\\nOut of a face that was one grate of teeth.\\nLift, O kind Angels, Hft her eyelids loth.\\nLest he devour her and her Godlets both\\n98", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "SEMELE\\nNo praise to me\\nMy joy twas to be nothing but the glass\\nThro which the general boon of Heaven should\\npass.\\nTo focus upon thee.\\nNor is t thy blame\\nThou first should st glow, and, after, fade i the\\nflame.\\nIt takes more might\\nThan God has given thee. Dear, so long to feel\\ndelight.\\nShall I, alas.\\nReproach thee with thy change and my regret\\nBlind fumblers that we be\\nAbout the portals of felicity\\nThe wind of words would scatter, tears would wash\\nQuite out the little heat\\nBeneath the silent and chill-seeming ash.\\nPerchance, still slumbering sweet.\\n99\\nLoc", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "THE MARRIED LOVER\\nWhYj having won her, do I woo\\nBecause her spirit s vestal grace\\nProvokes me always to pursue.\\nBut, spirit-like, eludes embrace\\nBecause her womanhood is such\\nThat, as on court-days subjects kiss\\nThe Queen s hand, yet so near a touch\\nAffirms no mean famiharness.\\nNay, rather marks more fair the height\\nWhich can with safety so neglect\\nTo dread, as lower ladies might.\\nThat grace could meet with disrespect.\\nThus she with happy favour feeds\\nAllegiance from a love so high\\nThat thence no false conceit proceeds\\nOf difference bridged, or state put by\\nBecause, although in act and word\\nAs lowly as a wife can be.\\nHer manners, when they call me lord,\\nlOO", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "THE MARRIED LOVER\\nRemind me tis by courtesy\\nNot with her least consent of will.\\nWhich would my proud affection hurt.\\nBut by the noble style that still\\nImputes an unattain d desert\\nBecause her gay and lofty brows.\\nWhen all is won which hope can ask.\\nReflect a light of hopeless snows\\nThat bright in virgin ether bask\\nBecause, though free of the outer court\\nI am, this Temple keeps its shrine\\nSacred to Heaven because, in short.\\nShe s not and never can be mine.\\nlOI", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "THE AMARANTH\\nFeasts satiate stars distress with height\\nFriendship means wellj but misses reach.\\nAnd wearies in its best delight\\nVex d with the vanities of speech\\nToo long regarded, roses even\\nAfflict the mind with fond unrest\\nAnd to converse direct with Heaven\\nIs oft a labour in the breast\\nWhatever the up-looking soul admires,\\nWhate er the senses banquet be.\\nFatigues at last with vain desires.\\nOr sickens by satiety\\nBut truly my delight was more\\nIn her to whom I m bound for aye\\nYesterday than the day before.\\nAnd more to-day than yesterday.\\nI02", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE LETTERS\\nLet me. Beloved^ while gratitude\\nIs garrulous with coming good.\\nOr ere the tongue of happiness\\nBe silenced by your soft caress.\\nRelate how, musing here of you.\\nThe clouds, the intermediate blue.\\nThe air that rings with larks, the grave\\nAnd distant rumour of the wave.\\nThe solitary sailing skiff.\\nThe gusty corn-field on the cliff.\\nThe corn-flower by the crumbling ledge.\\nOr, far-down at the shingle s edge.\\nThe sighing sea s recurrent crest\\nBreaking, resign d to its unrest.\\nAll whisper, to my home-sick thought.\\nOf charms in you till now uncaught.\\nOr only caught as dreams, to die\\nEre they were own d by memory.\\nHigh and ingenious Decree\\n103", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "THE LETTERS\\nOf joy-devising Deity\\nYou whose ambition only is\\nThe assurance that you make my bliss,\\n(Hence my first debt of love to show\\nThat you, past showing, indeed do so\\nTrust me, the world, the firmament.\\nWith diverse-natured worlds besprent.\\nWere rear d in no mere undivine\\nBoast of omnipotent design.\\nThe lion differing from the snake\\nBut for the trick of difference sake.\\nAnd comets darting to and fro\\nBecause in circles planets go\\nBut rather that sole love might be\\nRefresh d throughout eternity\\nIn one sweet faith, for ever strange,\\nMirror d by circumstantial change.\\nFor, more and more, do I perceive\\nThat everything is relative\\nTo you, and that there s not a star.\\nNor nothing in t, so strange or far.\\nBut, if twere scanned, twould chiefly mean\\nSomewhat, till then, in you unseen.\\nSomething to make the bondage strait\\nOf you and me more intimate.\\nSome unguess d opportunity\\n104", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "THE LETTERS\\nOf nuptials in a new degree.\\nBut, oh, with what a novel force\\nYour best-conn d beauties, by remorse\\nOf absence, touch and, in my heart.\\nHow bleeds afresh the youthful smart\\nOf passion fond, despairing still\\nTo utter infinite good-will\\nBy worthy service Yet I know\\nThat love is all that love can owe.\\nAnd this to offer is no less\\nOf worth, in kind speech or caress.\\nThan if my Hfe-blood I should give.\\nFor good is God s prerogative.\\nAnd Love s deed is but to prepare\\nThe flatter d, dear Belov d to dare\\nAcceptance of His gifts. When first\\nOn me your happy beauty burst,\\nHonoria, verily it seem d\\nThat naught beyond you could be dream d\\nOf beauty and of heaven s delight.\\nZeal of an unknown infinite\\nYet bade me ever wish you more\\nBeatified than e er before.\\nAngehcal were your replies\\nTo my prophetic flatteries\\nAnd sweet was the compulsion strong\\n105", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "THE LETTERS\\nThat drew me in the course along\\nOf heaven s increasing bright allure.\\nWith provocations fresh of your\\nVictorious capacity.\\nWhither may love, so fledged, not fly\\nDid not mere Earth hold fast the string\\nOf this celestial soaring thing.\\nSo measure and make sensitive.\\nAnd still, to the nerves, nice notice give\\nOf each minutest increment\\nOf such interminable ascent.\\nThe heart would lose all count, and beat\\nUnconscious of a height so sweet.\\nAnd the spirit-pursuing senses strain\\nTheir steps on the starry track in vain\\nBut, reading now the note just come.\\nWith news of you, the babes, and home,\\nI think, and say, To-morrow eve\\nWith kisses me will she receive\\nAnd, thinking, for extreme delight\\nOf love s extremes, I laugh outright.\\nDearest, my Love and Wife, tis long\\nAgo I closed the unfinish d song\\nWhich never could be finish d nor\\nWill ever Poet utter more\\nio6", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "THE LETTERS\\nOf love than I did, watching well\\nTo lure to speech the unspeakable\\nWhy J having won her, do I woo\\nThat final strain to the last height flew\\nOf written joy, which wants the smile\\nAnd voice that are, indeed, the while\\nThey last, the very things you speak,\\nHonoria, who mak st music weak\\nWith ways that say, Shall I not be\\nAs kind to all as Heaven to me\\nAnd yet, ah, twenty-fold my Bride\\nRising, this twentieth festal-tide.\\nYou still soft sleeping, on this day\\nOf days, some words I long to say.\\nSome words superfluously sweet\\nOf fresh assurance, thus to greet\\nYour waking eyes, which never grow\\nWeary of telling what I know\\nSo well, yet only well enough\\nTo wish for further news thereof.\\nHow sing of such things save to her.\\nLove s self, so love s interpreter\\nHow the supreme rewards confess\\nWhich crown the austere voluptuousness\\nOf heart, that earns, in midst of wealth.\\n107", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "THE LETTERS\\nThe appetite of want and health,\\nRehnquishes the pomp of life\\nAnd beauty to the pleasant Wife\\nAt home, and does all joy despise\\nAs out of place but in her eyes\\nHow praise the years and gravity\\nThat make each favour seem to be\\nA lovelier weakness for her lord\\nAnd, ah, how find the tender word\\nTo tell aright of love that glows\\nThe fairer for the fading rose\\nOf frailty which can weight the arm\\nTo lean with thrice its girlish charm\\nOf grace which, like this autumn day.\\nIs not the sad one of decay.\\nYet one whose pale brow pondereth\\nThe far-off majesty of death\\nHow tell the crowd, whom passion\\nrends.\\nThat love grows mild as it ascends\\nThat joy s most high and distant mood\\nIs lost, not found, in dancing blood\\nAlbeit kind acts and smiling eyes.\\nAnd all those fond realities\\nWhich are love s words, in us mean more\\nDelight than twenty years before\\n1 08", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "ONE SPRING\\nFor many a dreadful day.\\nIn sea-side lodgings sick she lay.\\nNoteless of love, nor seem d to hear\\nThe sea, on one side, thundering near.\\nNor, on the other, the loud Ball\\nHeld nightly in the public hall\\nNor vex d they my short slumbers, though\\nI woke up if she breathed too low.\\nThus, for three months, with terrors rife.\\nThe pending of her precious life\\nI watch d o er and the danger, at last.\\nThe kind Physician said, was past.\\nHowbeit, for seven harsh weeks the East\\nBreathed witheringly, and Spring s growth\\nceased.\\nAnd so she only did not die\\nUntil the bright and blighting sky\\nChanged into cloud, and the sick flowers\\nRemember d their perfumes, and showers\\n109", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "ONE SPRING\\nOf warm, small rain refreshing flew\\nBefore the South, and the Park grew,\\nIn three nights, thick with green. Then she\\nRevived, no less than flower and tree.\\nIn the mild air, and, the fourth day,\\nLook d supematurally gay\\nWith large, thanksgiving eyes, that shone.\\nThe while I tied her bonnet on.\\nSo that I led her to the glass.\\nAnd bade her see how fair she was.\\nAnd how love visibly could shine.\\nProfuse of hers, desiring mine.\\nAnd mindful I had loved her most\\nWhen beauty seem d a vanish d boast.\\nShe laugh d. I press d her then to me.\\nNothing but soft humility\\nNor e er enhanced she with such charms\\nHer acquiescence in my arms.\\nno", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "MA BELLE\\nFarewell, dear Heart Since needs it must I\\ngo,\\nDear Heart, farewell\\nFain would I stay, but that I love thee so.\\nOne kiss, ma Belle\\nWhat hope lies in the Land we do not know\\nWho, Dear, can tell\\nBut thee I love, and let thy plaint be, Lo,\\nHe loved me well\\nIII", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "A FAREWELL\\nWith all my will, but much against my heart.\\nWe two now part.\\nMy Very Dear,\\nOur solace is, the sad road lies so clear.\\nIt needs no art.\\nWith faint, averted feet\\nAnd many a tear.\\nIn our opposed paths to persevere.\\nGo thou to East, I West.\\nWe will not say\\nThere s any hope, it is so far away.\\nBut, O, My Best,\\nWhen the one darling of our widowhead.\\nThe nursling Grief,\\nIs dead.\\nAnd no dews blur our eyes\\nTo see the peach-bloom come in evening skies.\\nPerchance we may.\\nWhere now this night is day.\\n112", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "A FAREWELL\\nAnd even through faith of still averted feet.\\nMaking full circle of our banishment.\\nAmazed meet\\nThe bitter journey to the bourne so sweet\\nSeasoning the termless feast of our content\\nWith tears of recognition never dry.\\n113", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "DEPARTURE\\nIt was not like your great and gracious ways\\nDo you, that have nought other to lament.\\nNever, my Love, repent\\nOf how, that July afternoon.\\nYou went.\\nWith sudden, unintelligible phrase.\\nAnd frighten d eye.\\nUpon your journey of so many days.\\nWithout a single kiss, or a good-bye\\nI knew, indeed, that you were parting soon\\nAnd so we sate, within the low sun s rays.\\nYou whispering to me, for your voice was weak.\\nYour harrowing praise.\\nWell, it was well.\\nTo hear you such things speak.\\nAnd I could tell\\nWhat made your eyes a growing gloom of love.\\nAs a warm South-wind sombres a March grove.\\nAnd it was like your great and gracious ways\\n114", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "DEPARTURE\\nTo turn your talk on daily things, my Dear,\\nLifting the luminous, pathetic lash\\nTo let the laughter flash.\\nWhilst I drew near.\\nBecause you spoke so low that I could scarcely\\nhear.\\nBut all at once to leave me at the last.\\nMore at the wonder than the loss aghast.\\nWith huddled, unintelligible phrase.\\nAnd frighten d eye.\\nAnd go your journey of all days\\nWith not one kiss, or a good-bye.\\nAnd the only loveless look the look with which\\nyou pass d\\nTwas all unlike your great and gracious ways.\\n115", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "THE AZALEA\\nThere, where the sun shines first\\nAgainst our room_,\\nShe train d the gold Azalea, whose perfume\\nShe, Spring-like, from her breathing grace dis-\\npersed.\\nLast night the delicate crests of saffron bloom.\\nFor this their dainty likeness watch d and nurst.\\nWere just at point to burst.\\nAt dawn I dream d, O God, that she was dead.\\nAnd groan d aloud upon my wretched bed.\\nAnd waked, ah, God, and did not waken her.\\nBut lay, with eyes still closed.\\nPerfectly bless d in the delicious sphere\\nBy which I knew so well that she was near.\\nMy heart to speechless thankfulness composed.\\nTill gan to stir\\nA dizzy somewhat in my troubled head\\nIt was the azalea s breath, and she was dead\\nThe warm night had the lingering buds disclosed,\\nii6", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "THE AZALEA\\nAnd I had fall ii asleep with to my breast\\nA chance-found letter press d\\nIn which she said,\\nSo, till to-morrow eve, my Own, adieu\\nParting s well-paid with soon again to meet.\\nSoon in your arms to feel so small and sweet.\\nSweet to myself that am so sweet to you\\n117", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "EURYDICE\\nIs this the portent of the day nigh past.\\nAnd of a restless grave\\nO er which the eternal sadness gathers fast\\nOr but the heaped wave\\nOf some chance, wandering tide.\\nSuch as that world of awe\\nWhose circuit, listening to a foreign law.\\nConjunctures ours at unguess d dates and wide.\\nDoes in the Spirit s tremulous ocean draw.\\nTo pass unfateful on, and so subside\\nThee, whom ev n more than Heaven loved I\\nhave.\\nAnd yet have not been true\\nEven to thee,\\nI, dreaming, night by night, seek now to see.\\nAnd, in a mortal sorrow, still pursue\\nThro sordid streets and lanes\\nAnd houses brown and bare\\nAnd many a haggard stair\\nii8", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "EURYDICE\\nOchrous with ancient stains.\\nAnd infamous doors, opening on hapless rooms.\\nIn whose unhaunted glooms\\nDead pauper generations, witless of the sun.\\nTheir course have run\\nAnd ofttimes my pursuit\\nIs check d of its dear fruit\\nBy things brimful of hate, my kith and kin.\\nFurious that I should keep\\nTheir forfeit power to weep.\\nAnd mock, with living fear, their mournful malice\\nthin.\\nBut ever, at the last, my way I win\\nTo where, with perfectly sad patience, nurst\\nBy sorry comfort of assured worst,\\nIngrain d in fretted cheek and lips that pine.\\nOn pallet poor\\nThou lyest, stricken sick.\\nBeyond love s cure.\\nBy all the world s neglect, but chiefly mine.\\nThen sweetness, sweeter than my tongue can\\ntell.\\nDoes in my bosom well.\\nAnd tears come free and quick\\nAnd more and more abound\\nFor piteous passion keen at naving found,\\n119", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "EURYDICE\\nAfter exceeding ill, a little yood\\nA little good\\nWhich, foi the while.\\nFleets with the current sorrow of the blood.\\nThough no good here has heart enough to smile.\\n120", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "THE DAY AFTER\\nTO-MORROW\\nPerchance she droops within the hollow gulf\\nWhich the great wave of coming pleasure draws.\\nNot guessing the glad cause\\nYe Clouds that on your endless journey go,\\nYe Winds that westward flow.\\nThou heaving Sea\\nThat heav st twixt her and me.\\nTell her I come\\nThen only sigh your pleasure, and be dumb\\nFor the sweet secret of our either self\\nWe know.\\nTell her I come.\\nAnd let her heart be still d.\\nOne day s controlled hope, and then one more.\\nAnd on the third our lives shall be fulfill d\\nYet all has been before\\nPalm placed in palm, twin smiles, and words\\nastray.\\nWhat other should we say", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "THE DAY AFTER TO-MORROW\\nBut shall I not^ with ne er a sign, perceive.\\nWhilst her sweet hands I hold.\\nThe myriad threads and meshes manifold\\nWhich Love shall round her weave\\nThe pulse in that vein making alien pause\\nAnd varying beats from this\\nDown each long finger felt, a differing strand\\nOf silvery welcome bland\\nAnd in her breezy palm\\nAnd silken wrist.\\nBeneath the touch of my like numerous bliss\\nComplexly kiss d,\\nA diverse and distinguishable calm\\nWhat should we say\\nIt all has been before\\nAnd yet our lives shall now be first fulfill d.\\nAnd into their summ d sweetness fall distill d\\nOne sweet drop more\\nOne sweet drop more, in absolute increase\\nOf unrelapsing peace.\\nO, heaving Sea,\\nThat heav st as if for bliss of her and me.\\nAnd separatest not dear heart from heart.\\nThough each gainst other beats too far apart.\\nFor yet awhile\\nLet it not seem that I behold her smile.\\n122", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "THE DAY AFTER TO-MORROW\\nO, weary Love, O, folded to her breast.\\nLove in each moment years and years of rest.\\nBe calm, as bemg not.\\nYe oceans of intolerable delight.\\nThe blazing photosphere of central Night,\\nBe ye forgot.\\nTerror, thou swarthy Groom of Bride-bHss coy.\\nLet me not see thee toy.\\nO, Death, too tardy with thy hope intense\\nOf kisses close beyond conceit of sense\\nO, Life, too liberal, while to take her hand\\nIs more of hope than heart can understand\\nPerturb my golden patience not with joy.\\nNor, through a wish, profane\\nThe peace that should pertain\\nTo him who does by her attraction move.\\nHas all not been before\\nOne day s controlled hope, and one again.\\nAnd then the third, and ye shall have the rein,\\nO Life, Death, Terror, Love\\nBut soon let your unrestful rapture cease.\\nYe flaming Ethers thin.\\nCondensing till the abiding sweetness win\\nOne sweet drop more\\nOne sweet drop more in the measureless increase\\nOf honied peace.\\n123", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "TIRED MEMORY\\nThe stony rock of death s insensibility\\nWeird yet awhile with honey of thy love\\nAnd then was dry\\nNor could thy picture^ nor thine empty glove.\\nNor all thy kind, long letters, nor the band\\nWhich really spann d\\nThy body chaste and warm.\\nHenceforward move\\nUpon the stony rock their wearied charm.\\nAt last, then, thou wast dead.\\nYet would I not despair.\\nBut wrought my daily task, and daily said\\nMany and many a fond, unfeeling prayer.\\nTo keep my vows of faith to thee from harm\\nIn vain.\\nFor tis, I said, all one.\\nThe wilful faith, which has no joy or pain.\\nAs if twere none.*\\nThen look d I miserably round\\n124", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "TIRED MEMORY\\nIf aught of duteous love were left undone.\\nAnd nothing found.\\nBut, kneeling in a Church one Easter-Day,\\nIt came to me to say\\nThough there is no intelligible rest.\\nIn Earth or Heaven,\\nFor me, but on her breast,\\nI yield her up, again to have her given,\\nOr not, as. Lord, Thou wilt, and that for aye.\\nAnd the same night, in slumber lying,\\nI, who had dream d of thee as sad and sick and\\ndying.\\nAnd only so, nightly for all one year.\\nDid thee, my own most Dear,\\nPossess,\\nIn gay, celestial beauty nothing coy.\\nAnd felt thy soft caress\\nWith heretofore unknown reality of joy.\\nBut, in our mortal air.\\nNone thrives for long upon the happiest dream.\\nAnd fresh despair\\nBade me seek round afresh for some extreme\\nOf unconceiv d, interior sacrifice\\nWhereof the smoke might rise\\nTo God, and mind him that one pray d below.\\nAnd so,\\n125", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "TIRED MEMORY\\nIn agony^ I cried\\nMy Lord, if thy strange will be this.\\nThat I should crucify my heart.\\nBecause my love has also been my pride,\\nI do submit, if I saw how, to bliss\\nWherein She has no part/\\nAnd I was heard.\\nAnd taken at my own remorseless word.\\nO, my most Dear,\\nWas t treason, as I fear\\nTwere that, and worse, to plead thy veiled mind.\\nKissing thy babes, and murmuring in mine ear,\\nThou canst not be\\nFaithful to God, and faithless unto me\\nAh, prophet kind\\nI heard, all dumb and blind\\nWith tears of protest and I cannot see\\nBut faith was broken. Yet, as I have said.\\nMy heart was dead.\\nDead of devotion and tired memory.\\nWhen a strange grace of thee\\nIn a fair stranger, as I take it, bred\\nTo her some tender heed.\\nMost innocent\\nOf purpose therewith blent.\\nAnd pure of faith, I think, to thee yet such\\n126", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "TIRED MEMORY\\nThat the pale reflex of an alien love.\\nSo vaguely, sadly shown.\\nDid her heart touch\\nAbove\\nAll that, till then, had wooed her for its own.\\nAnd so the fear, which is love s chilly dawn,\\nFlush d faintly upon lids that droop d like thine.\\nAnd made me weak.\\nBy thy delusive likeness doubly drawn.\\nAnd Nature s long suspended breath of flame\\nPersuading soft, and whispering Duty s name.\\nAwhile to smile and speak\\nWith this thy Sister sweet, and therefore mine\\nThy Sister sweet.\\nWho bade the wheels to stir\\nOf sensitive delight in the poor brain.\\nDead of devotion and tired memory.\\nSo that I lived again.\\nAnd, strange to aver.\\nWith no relapse into the void inane.\\nFor thee\\nBut (treason was t for thee and also her.\\n127", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "THE TOYS\\nMy little Sorij who look d from thoughtful eyes\\nAnd moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise.\\nHaving my law the seventh time disobey d,\\nI struck him, and dismiss d\\nWith hard words and unkiss d.\\nHis Mother, who was patient, being dead.\\nThen, fearing lest his grief should hinder sleep,\\nI visited his bed.\\nBut found him slumbering deep.\\nWith darken d eyelids, and their lashes yet\\nFrom his late sobbing wet.\\nAnd I, with moan.\\nKissing away his tears, left others of my own\\nFor, on a table drawn beside his head.\\nHe had put, within his reach,\\nA box of counters, and a red-vein d stone,\\nA piece of glass abraded by the beach\\nAnd six or seven shells,\\nA bottle with bluebells\\n128", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "THE TOYS\\nAnd two French copper coins, rang d there with\\ncareful art.\\nTo comfort his sad heart.\\nSo when that night I pray d\\nTo God, I wept, and said\\nAh, when at last we lie with tranced breath.\\nNot vexing Thee in death.\\nAnd Thou rememberest of what toys\\nWe made our joys.\\nHow weakly understood.\\nThy great commanded good.\\nThen, fatherly not less\\nThan I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay,\\nThou lt leave Thy wrath, and say,\\nI will be sorry for their childishness.\\n129", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "WINTER\\n1, SINGULARLY IDOVed\\nTo love the lovely that are not beloved.\\nOf all the Seasons, most\\nLove Winter, and to trace\\nThe sense of the Trophonian pallor on her face.\\nIt is not death, but plenitude of peace\\nAnd the dim cloud that does the world enfold\\nHath less the characters of dark and cold\\nThan warmth and light asleep.\\nAnd correspondent breathing seems to keep\\nWith the infant harvest, breathing soft below\\nIts eider coverlet of snow.\\nNor is in field or garden anything\\nBut, duly look d into, contains serene\\nThe substance of things hoped for, in the Spring,\\nAnd evidence of Summer not yet seen.\\nOn every chance-mild day\\nThat visits the moist shaw.\\nThe honeysuckle, sdaining to be crost\\n130", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "WINTER\\nIn urgence of sweet life by sleet or frost,\\nVoids the time s law\\nWith still increase\\nOf leaflet new, and little, wandering spray\\nOften, in sheltering brakes.\\nAs one from rest disturb d in the first hour.\\nPrimrose or violet bewilder d wakes.\\nAnd deems tis time to flower\\nThough not a whisper of her voice he hear.\\nThe buried bulb does know\\nThe signals of the year.\\nAnd hails far Summer with his lifted spear.\\nThe gorse-field dark, by sudden, gold caprice.\\nTurns, here and there, into a Jason s fleece\\nLilies, that soon in Autumn slipp d their gowns of\\ngreen.\\nAnd vanish d into earth.\\nAnd came again, ere Autumn died, to birth.\\nStand fuU-array d, amidst the wavering shower,\\nAnd perfect for the Summer, less the flower\\nIn nook of pale or crevice of crude bark.\\nThou canst not miss.\\nIf close thou spy, to mark\\nThe ghostly chrysalis.\\nThat, if thou touch it, stirs in its dream dark\\nAnd the flush d Robin, in the evenings hoar,\\n131", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "WINTER\\nDoes of Love s Day, as if he saw it, sing\\nBut sweeter yet than dream or song of Summer\\nor Spring\\nAre Winter s sometime smiles, that seem to well\\nFrom infancy ineffable\\nHer wandering, languorous gaze.\\nSo unfamiliar, so without amaze.\\nOn the elemental, chill adversity.\\nThe uncomprehended rudeness and her sigh\\nAnd solemn, gathering tear.\\nAnd look of exile from some great repose, the\\nsphere\\nOf ether, moved by ether only, or\\nBy something still more tranquil.\\ni32", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "L ALLEGRO\\nFelicity\\nWho ope st to none that knocks, yet, laughing weak,\\nYield st all to Love that will not seek.\\nAnd who, though won, wilt droop and die,\\nUnless wide doors bespeak thee free.\\nHow safe s the bond of thee and me.\\nSince thee I cherish and defy\\nIs t Love or Friendship, Dearest, we obey\\nAh, thou art young, and I am gray\\nBut happy man is he who knows\\nHow well time goes.\\nWith no unkind intruder by.\\nBetween such friends as thou and I\\nTwould wrong thy favour. Sweet, were I to say,\\nTis best by far.\\nWhen best things are not possible.\\nTo make the best of those that are\\nFor, though it be not May,\\nSure, few delights of Spring excel\\n^33", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "L ALLEGRO\\nThe beauty of this mild September day\\nSo with me walk.\\nAnd view the dreaming field and bossy Autumn\\nwood.\\nAnd how in humble russet goes\\nThe Spouse of Honour, fair Repose,\\nFar from a world whence love is fled\\nAnd truth is dying because joy is dead\\nAnd, if we hear the roaring wheel\\nOf God s remoter service, public zeal.\\nLet us to stiller place retire\\nAnd glad admire\\nHow, near Him, sounds of working cease\\nIn little fervour and much peace\\nAnd let us talk\\nOf holy things in happy mood.\\nLearnt of thy blest twin-sister. Certitude\\nOr let s about our neighbours chat.\\nWell praising this, less praising that.\\nAnd judging outer strangers by\\nThose gentle and unsanction d lines\\nTo which remorse of equity\\nOf old hath moved the School divines.\\nOr linger where this willow bends.\\nAnd let us, till the melody be caught,\\nHearken that sudden, singing thought,\\n134", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "L ALLEGRO\\nOn which unguess d increase to Ufe perchance\\ndepends.\\nHe ne er hears twice the same who hears\\nThe songs of heaven s unanimous spheres.\\nAnd this may be the song to make, at last, amends\\nFor many sighs and boons in vain long sought\\n135", "height": "3298", "width": "1852", "jp2-path": "poetryofpathosde01patm_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "A RETROSPECT\\nI, TRUSTING that the truly sweet\\nWould still be sweetly found the true.\\nSang, darkling, taught by heavenly heat.\\nSongs which were wiser than I knew.\\nTo the unintelligible dream\\nThat melted like a gliding star,\\nI said We part to meet, fair Gleam\\nYou are eternal, for you are/\\nTo Love s strange riddle, fiery writ\\nIn flesh and spirit of all create,\\nMocker, I said, of mortal wit.\\nMe you shall not mock. 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