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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”
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THE FIRE DIVINE
  
THE FIRE DIVINE
  
THE INVISIBLE
  
DESTINY
  
THE OLD FAITH
  
THE DOUBTER'S SOLILOQUY
  
LAW
  
IDENTITY
  
“SPARE ME MY DREAMS”
  
HYMN
  
THE VALLEY OF LIFE
  
TO ONE IMPATIENT OF FORM IN ART
  
TO THE POET
  
COMPENSATION
  
THE POET'S SECRET
  
“THE DAY BEGAN AS OTHER DAYS BEGIN”
  
A POET'S QUESTION
  
PRELUDE FOR “A BOOK OF MUSIC”
  
MUSIC AT TWILIGHT
  
MUSIC IN MOONLIGHT
  
THE UNKNOWN SINGER
  
THE VOICE
  
WAGNER
  
“THE PATHETIC SYMPHONY”
  
MACDOWELL
  
A FANTASY OF CHOPIN
  
“HOW STRANGE THE MUSICIAN'S MEMORY”
  
“IN A NIGHT OF MIDSUMMER”
  
IN THE WHITE MOUNTAINS
  
JOHN PAUL JONES
  
TO EMMA LAZARUS
  
CARL SCHURZ
  
GEORGE MACDONALD
  
JOSEPHINE SHAW LOWELL
  
“ONE ROSE OF SONG”
  
JOHN MALONE
  
“LOST LEADERS”
  
ON A CERTAIN “AGNOSTIC”
  
“A WEARY WASTE WITHOUT HER”
  
THE POET'S SLEEP
  
WHERE SPRING BEGAN
  
AVARICE
  
PITY THE BLIND
  
PROOF OF SERVICE
  
CONQUERED
  
BLAME
  
THE WHISPERERS
  
BEFORE THE GRAND JURY
  
“IN THE CITIES”
  
A TRAGEDY OF TO-DAY
  
THE OLD HOUSE
  
“THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE THE OLD PLACE!”
  
GLEN GILDER
  
SONG
  
OBSCURATION
  
“I DREAMED”
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IMPROMPTUS
  
THE WATCHMAN ON THE TOWER
  
UNDER THE STARS
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IN HELENA'S GARDEN

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ELEONORA DUSE

If ever flashed upon this mortal scene
A soul unsheathèd, a pale, trembling flame,
That suffered every gust, and yet did cling
With fire unquenchable—it is thine own,
Thou artist of the real! Unto thee
No mirth of life is secret; but, sweet soul,
With what sure art thou picturest human woe!
How natural tears to those Italian eyes—
Shadowing in untold depths whatever grief
Familiar is to mortals!
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