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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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[VIII
I well remember how one yesterday]

I well remember how one yesterday
Of all our lives' intense communion,
He said, “In Death's austere dominion
Only the coin of Truth's device can pay
The price of liberty!—What alien way
Might chance direct us, when oblivion
Sets us adrift from all we were and won?
Or take us from ourselves whither away?
Therefore must we, for our deliverance,
Levy on life the toll of truth!” he cried.
And so he lived indeed—but when he died,
Beyond all proof I seemed to understand
That he, from Death's outstretched and friendly hand,
Received his ransom and recognizance.
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