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The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard

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Stoddard, Richard Henry (1825-1903)

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PROEM.
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EARLY POEMS.
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SONGS OF SUMMER.
  
THE KING'S BELL.
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THE BOOK OF THE EAST.
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PERSIAN SONGS.
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TARTAR SONGS.
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ARAB SONGS.
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CHINESE SONGS.
  
[Up in an old pagoda's highest tower]
  
What time my husband went to banishment
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[Moulan is weaving at her cottage door]
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[We started when the clarion of the cock]
  
[Millions of flowers are blowing in the fields]
  
[The shadows of the swallows]
  
[The farmer cuts the So leaves]
  
[East, or west, to the pastures]
  
[He saw in sight of his house]
  
[Before the scream of the hawk]
  
[The dark and rainy weather]
  
[Stretched in flowers and moonlight]
  
[It grieves the bee and butterfly]
  
[Now the wind is softest]
  
[The grove is crowned with hoar-frost]
  
[I hear the sacred swan]
  
A WOMAN'S POEM.
  
WITHOUT AND WITHIN.
  
ON THE TOWN.
  
THE BALLAD OF VALLEY FORGE.
  
THE WINE-CUP.
  
THE KING'S SENTINEL.
  
THE BALLAD OF CRECY.
  
ROME.
  
CÆSAR.
  
ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
  
THE CHILDREN OF ISIS.
  
[Why stand ye gazing into Heaven?]
  
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
  
ADSUM.
  
VATES PATRIÆ.
  
AT GADSHILL.
  
THE COUNTRY LIFE.
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AN INVOCATION.
  
A CATCH.
  
THE KING IS COLD.
  
THE MESSENGER AT NIGHT.
  
OUT TO SEA.
  
A GREEK SONG.
  
“WANDERING ALONG A WASTE.”
  
HEAD, OR HEART.
  
DRIFTING.
  
THE PROUD LOVER.
  
[I know a little rose]
  
THE DYING LOVER.
  
UNDER THE ROSE.
  
EVEN-SONG.
  
UNDER THE TREES.
  
[It is a winter night]
  
LEAVES.
  
COURAGE AND PATIENCE.
  
TO BAYARD TAYLOR.
  
TO EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN.
  
TO JAMES LORIMER GRAHAM, JR.
  
COLONEL FREDERICK TAYLOR.
  
TO JERVIS McENTEE, ARTIST.
  
FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE.
  
TO A FRIEND.
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IN MEMORIAM.
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LATER POEMS.

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[The whole of this great world, I say]

The whole of this great world, I say,
From the first to the last born,
Since it passes swift away,
Is not worth a barley-corn.
To some better world than this
Hie thee—open wide the door
To some chamber—such there is—
Whence thou shalt depart no more.
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