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The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder

Gilder, Richard Watson (1844-1909)

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THE NEW DAY
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THE CELESTIAL PASSION
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LYRICS
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TWO WORLDS AND OTHER POEMS
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THE GREAT REMEMBRANCE AND OTHER POEMS
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IN PALESTINE AND OTHER POEMS
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POEMS
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“IN THE HIGHTS”
  
“IN THE HIGHTS”
  
HOME ACRES
  
A CALL TO THE MOUNTAINS
  
SPRING SURPRISE
  
AUTUMN TREES
  
“THE LIGHT LIES ON THE FARTHER HILLS”
  
“AH, NEAR, DEAR FRIEND”
  
MUSIC IN DARKNESS
  
THE ANGER OF BEETHOVEN
  
MOTHER AND CHILD
  
ALICE FREEMAN PALMER
  
“MOTHER OF HEROES”
  
THE GREAT CITIZEN
  
ON READING OF A POET'S DEATH
  
JOHN HENRY BONER
  
“A WONDROUS SONG”
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A NEW POET
  
THE SINGER OF JOY
  
BREAD UPON THE WATERS
  
LOST
  
“WHAT MAN HATH DONE”
  
“HE PONDERED WELL”
  
“THOU THINKEST THOU HAST LIVED”
  
THE GOOD MAN
  
“SO FIERCE THE BUFFETS”
  
TWO HEROES
  
THE WORLD'S END
  
SHELLEY'S “OZYMANDIAS”
  
LA SALLE
  
INAUGURATION DAY
  
THE WASHINGTON MONUMENT
  
BUILDERS OF THE STATE
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IMPROMPTUS
  
TO WILLIAM WATSON
  
“LIFE IS THE HAMMER”
  
“THE CRITIC SCANNED THE POET'S BOOK”
  
“HER DELICATE FORM”
  
FRANCESCA MIA
  
AGE, AND THE SCORNER
  
TO JACOB A. RIIS
  
MUSIC AND FRIENDSHIP
  
FRIENDSHIP
  
TO E. C. S.
  
“TELL ME GOOD-BY”
  
FAREWELL TO CHARLESTON
  
“THE PINES”
  
“NOT WREATHS ALONE”
  
FOR THE CITY CLUB
  
TO C. H. RUSSELL
  
“GIVE THY DAY TO DUTY”
  
TWO OPTIMISTS
  
THE PASSING OF JOSEPH JEFFERSON
  
“SHALL WE NOT PRAISE THE LIVING?”
  
HYMN
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JOHN WESLEY
  
A TEMPLE OF ART
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THE FIRE DIVINE
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IN HELENA'S GARDEN

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VI—“LOVE ME NOT, LOVE, FOR THAT I FIRST LOVED THEE”

Love me not, Love, for that I first loved thee;
Nor love me, Love, for thy sweet pity's sake,
In knowledge of the mortal pain and ache
Which is the fruit of love's blood-veinèd tree.
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Let others for my love give love to me;
From other souls, O, gladly will I take,
This burning, heart-dry thirst of love to slake,
What seas of human pity there may be!
Nay, nay, I care no more how love may grow,
So that I hear thee answer to my call;
Love me because my piteous tears do flow,
Or that my love for thee did first befall.
Love me or late or early, fast or slow—
But love me, Love, for love is all in all!
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