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Poems and dramas of George Cabot Lodge

Lodge, George Cabot (1873-1909)

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VOLUME I
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VOLUME II
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THE GREAT ADVENTURE
  
[dedication]
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I LIFE
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II LOVE
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III DEATH
  
TRUMBULL STICKNEY OCTOBER 11TH MCMIV
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[I The House of Life has many mansions, where]
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[II “He sought, believed, dared, found and bore away]
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[III “Nothing is spared,” he said, “nothing is lost]
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[IV “That we, however least, however less]
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[V He felt the blind, lost loneliness increase]
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[VI He said: “What death leaves derelict is dead]
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[VII “We serve no God, nor in the retinue]
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[VIII I well remember how one yesterday]
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[IX “At least,” he said, “we spent with Socrates]
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[X He said: “We are the Great Adventurers,]
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[XI Above his heart the rose is red]
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[XII We knew he lived alone with loneliness]
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[XIII In silence, solitude and stern surmise]
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[XIV At last the light leaped in his patient eyes]
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[XV With life and lips he said tremendous things]
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[XVI Times were when, reeling on his eminence]
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[XVII I saw that day in his dead eyes]
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[XVIII There moved a Presence always by his side]
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[XIX Because for some tremendous cause he chose]
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[XX All thro' the night most strange it was to see]
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[XXI The stately silence, the perpetual peace]
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[XXII We said no word of all men use to say]
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[XXIII We bore the chill, persistent dread]
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XXIV DAYS
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[XXV O Memory, Lord of broken and broadcast]
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[XXVI It is not that we loved him, as in sooth]
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THE SOUL'S INHERITANCE AND OTHER POEMS
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HERAKLES

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[XIV
How often in the tranquil evenings ]

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How often in the tranquil evenings,
There by the kindled sea's immense unrest,
Has love, like music in the human breast,
Thrilled us with incommunicable things!
How often, as we watched the sea-birds' wings
Flash in the sunset on their homeward quest,
Have life's large secrets, by the soul confessed,
Taught us the pride and peace that freedom brings!
How often have we felt the calm of thought
Quell the storm-shaken waters of the soul,
Till, land-locked by the cliffs of Time, they caught
The silent gleam of Truth's unchanging stars,
And felt the universal ocean roll,
Muffled and vast, on Life's dissolving bars!
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