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The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard

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Stoddard, Richard Henry (1825-1903)

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PROEM.
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EARLY POEMS.
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SONGS OF SUMMER.
  
THE KING'S BELL.
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THE BOOK OF THE EAST.
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PERSIAN SONGS.
  
[Sweet are the garden spaces]
  
[The heart where love and patience dwell]
  
[Not wholly, poet, from the eyes]
  
[My little soul, my lover]
  
[Two strings for my guitar]
  
[Your hands are red with henna]
  
[She does not hear my sighing]
  
[Do not yet put on your slippers]
  
[I fell in love with a Turkish maid]
  
[It is a morn in winter]
  
[Joy may be a miser]
  
[Thus to waste the precious hours]
  
[Day and night my thoughts incline]
  
[In the market-place one day]
  
[Apart from all the creatures of the earth]
  
[What sweetness is there in the honeycomb]
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TARTAR SONGS.
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ARAB SONGS.
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CHINESE SONGS.
  
A WOMAN'S POEM.
  
WITHOUT AND WITHIN.
  
ON THE TOWN.
  
THE BALLAD OF VALLEY FORGE.
  
THE WINE-CUP.
  
THE KING'S SENTINEL.
  
THE BALLAD OF CRECY.
  
ROME.
  
CÆSAR.
  
ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
  
THE CHILDREN OF ISIS.
  
[Why stand ye gazing into Heaven?]
  
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
  
ADSUM.
  
VATES PATRIÆ.
  
AT GADSHILL.
  
THE COUNTRY LIFE.
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AN INVOCATION.
  
A CATCH.
  
THE KING IS COLD.
  
THE MESSENGER AT NIGHT.
  
OUT TO SEA.
  
A GREEK SONG.
  
“WANDERING ALONG A WASTE.”
  
HEAD, OR HEART.
  
DRIFTING.
  
THE PROUD LOVER.
  
[I know a little rose]
  
THE DYING LOVER.
  
UNDER THE ROSE.
  
EVEN-SONG.
  
UNDER THE TREES.
  
[It is a winter night]
  
LEAVES.
  
COURAGE AND PATIENCE.
  
TO BAYARD TAYLOR.
  
TO EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN.
  
TO JAMES LORIMER GRAHAM, JR.
  
COLONEL FREDERICK TAYLOR.
  
TO JERVIS McENTEE, ARTIST.
  
FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE.
  
TO A FRIEND.
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IN MEMORIAM.
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LATER POEMS.

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[In the market-place one day]

In the market-place one day
I saw a potter stamping clay,
And the clay beneath his tread
Lifted up its voice, and said,
“Potter, gentle be with me,
I was once a man like thee.”
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