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Voices and visions

Fawcett, Edgar (1847-1904)

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WOLFE AT QUEBEC
  
THE OLD ACTOR
  
CONJECTURE
  
NATURE TO ART
  
PORTRAITS
  
BURIALS
  
AUX INVALIDES
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LUTE AND FLUTE
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[I Fancy, my falcon, from this willing wrist]
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II WHITE VIOLETS
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[III I dreamed that Love came knocking]
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IV BOUNDARY LINES
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[V From its myriads mazy]
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[VI In her bodice there were lilies of the valley]
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VII BROWN EYES
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[VIII In this green glade, at set of sun]
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IX SYMPATHY
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[X Girt by a meadow mirthful in flowers]
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XI FLOWER GIRLS
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XII INNUENDO
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[XIII The flowers have their bold bees to woo them]
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XIV EXTRAVAGANZA
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XV FELICIA'S FAN
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[XVI I am alone with you, Ellen Vane]
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XVII SERENADE
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XVIII SANCTUARY
  
BLUEBEARD'S CHAMBER
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MONITIONS
  
AN EPITAPH
  
ASSOCIATION
  
THE AËRONAUT
  
THE OLD NOVELIST'S MONOLOGUE
  
DEI GRATIÂ
  
BASILICA SAN PIETRO
  
THE TWILIGHT OF POETRY
  
AN IDYL OF THE SLUMS
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CONTEMPLATIONS
  
SLEEP AND DEATH
  
HYDE PARK ON SUNDAY
  
LOVE AT SCHOOL
  
ANTITHESES
  
ACTÆON
  
TO DANTE
  
SLANDER
  
ALLEGORY
  
TRIUMPH
  
THE DAWN OF ETHICS
  
WHOM THE GODS LOVE
  
POMPEII
  
HER STATUE
  
‘BLEST BE THAT PATRIOT’
  
LOVE'S LITTLE DIARY
  
WIRELESS TELEGRAPHY
  
BORROWED PLUMES
  
VENICE
  
LONDON
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FOUR CHORUSES
  
A MILLIONAIRE'S FUNERAL
  
LITERATURE
  
SURRENDER
  
A VENETIAN HONEYMOON
  
THE STRUGGLER
  
A BOY'S THOUGHTS OF LIFE
  
LANDSCAPE IN SOME OTHER PLANET
  
HELEN, OLD
  
THE PAWNBROKER
  
CLOUDED NIGHTS
  
HOPE
  
PAVEMENT PICTURES
  
TRAFFIC
  
WAYNE AT BRANDYWINE
  
TO ROBERT G. INGERSOLL
  
TO A YOUNG VERSIFIER
  
NOCTES DOLOROSAE
  
COINCIDENCE
  
ANDRÉE
  
KNOW THYSELF
  
ŒDIPUS AND THE SPHINX
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ANNORUM RECENTIORUM

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XI
FLOWER GIRLS

I know a girl who's a pansy,
Wistful and shy of face,
Yet with her lowly and wildwood air
Blending patrician grace.
I know a girl who 's an orchid,
Symmetry's choicest mould,
Body and soul as by sculpture wrought,
Both statuesquely cold.
I know a girl who 's a red rose,
Passionate, proud, yet sweet;
I know a girl who 's a white rose,
Pensive, serene, discreet.
But ah, one girl, who 's a rose-in-bloom,
Is dearer than all to me,
While my love o'er the opening leaves of her life
Hangs poised like a buoyant bee.
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