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Poems

By Edward Dowden
Dowden, Edward (1843-1913)

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THE WANDERER
  
THE FOUNTAIN
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IN THE GALLERIES
  
ON THE HEIGHTS
  
“LA RÉVÉLATION PAR LE DÉSERT”
  
THE MORNING STAR
  
A CHILD'S NOONDAY SLEEP
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IN THE GARDEN
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THE HEROINES
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BY THE SEA
  
AMONG THE ROCKS
  
TO A YEAR
  
A SONG OF THE NEW DAY
  
SWALLOWS
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MEMORIALS OF TRAVEL
  
AN AUTUMN SONG
  
BURDENS
  
SONG
  
BY THE WINDOW
  
SUNSETS
  
OASIS
  
FOREIGN SPEECH
  
IN THE TWILIGHT
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THE INNER LIFE
  
THE RESTING PLACE
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NEW HYMNS FOR SOLITUDE
  
IN THE CATHEDRAL CLOSE
  
FIRST LOVE
  
THE SECRET OF THE UNIVERSE:
  
BEAU RIVAGE HOTEL
  
IN A JUNE NIGHT
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FROM APRIL TO OCTOBER
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MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS
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WINDLE-STRAWS
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS OF LATER DATES
  
AT THE OAR
  
THE DIVINING ROD
  
SALOME
  
WATERSHED
  
THE GUEST
  
MORITURUS
  
ALONE
  
FAME
  
WHERE WERT THOU?
  
A WISH
  
THE GIFT
  
RECOVERY
  
IF IT MIGHT BE
  
WINTER NOONTIDE
  
THE POOL
  
THE DESIRE TO GIVE
  
A BEECH-TREE IN WINTER
  
JUDGMENT
  
DÜRER'S “MELENCHOLIA”
  
MILLET'S “THE SOWER”
  
AT MULLION (CORNWALL)
  
THE WINNOWER TO THE WINDS
  
EMERSON
  
SENT TO AN AMERICAN SHAKESPEARE SOCIETY
  
NOCTURNE
  
THE WHIRLIGIG
  
PARADISE LOST AND FOUND
  
AFTER METASTASIO
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THE CORN-CRAKE
  
IN THE CATHEDRAL
  
EDGAR ALLAN POE
  
DEUS ABSCONDITUS
  
SUBLIMINAL
  
LOUISA SHORE
  
FLOWERS FROM THE SOUTH OF FRANCE
  
TO HESTER
  
UNUTTERED
  
IMITATED FROM J. SOULARY'S “LE FOSSOYEUR”
  
IMITATED FROM GOETHE'S “GANYMEDE”
  
WITH A COPY OF MY “POEMS”
  
PROLOGUE TO MAURICE GEROTHWOHL'S VERSION OF VIGNY'S “CHATTERTON”
  
A SONG
  
THE DROPS OF NECTAR. 1789
  
AMOR AS LANDSCAPE-PAINTER
  
THE WANDERER
  
IMITATED FROM GOETHE'S “ALEXIS AND DORA”

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MORITURUS

Lord, when my hour to part is come,
And all the powers of being sink,
When eyes are filmed, and lips are dumb,
And scarce I hang upon the brink.
Grant me but this—in that strange light
Or blind amid confused alarms,
One moment's strength to stand upright
And cast myself into Thy arms.
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