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The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston

Marston, Philip Bourke (1850-1887)

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TO PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON.
  
TO PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON.
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SONG-TIDE.
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ALL IN ALL.
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WIND-VOICES.
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NEW GARDEN SECRETS.
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SONNETS TO C. N. M.
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MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS.
  
BEYOND REACH.
  
I, LEAST OF ALL.
  
LOVE AND MUSIC.
  
LOVE'S STRESS.
  
CROWNING LOVE.
  
OUTER SADNESS.
  
REMEMBERED HOURS.
  
A DREAM.
  
ALIEN HOURS.
  
THE HEAVEN OF HEAVENS.
  
SOON TO MEET.
  
LOVE'S LOST DAY.
  
OTHER TWILIGHTS.
  
TWO PALACES.
  
TWO LIVES.
  
HOPE.
  
AT THE END.
  
LOVE'S INFINITY.
  
MY LOVE.
  
WHAT TWO SAW.
  
BESIDE THE DEAD.
  
SPRING SADNESS.
  
IN EARLY SPRING.
  
MAN AND SPRING.
  
VOID SPRING.
  
YOUTH AND NATURE.
  
A JUNE DAY.
  
A JULY DAY.
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MOMENTS OF VISION.
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PARABLES.
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THREE SONNETS ON SORROW.
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IN PRAISE OF SLEEP.
  
MY LIFE
  
HAUNTED ROOMS.
  
WORTH REMEMBRANCE.
  
A LIFE.
  
ANTICIPATED DEATH.
  
PRISONED THOUGHTS.
  
IRREVOCABLE.
  
MY LAND.
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THE TEMPTRESS.
  
WARFARE WITH THE GODS.
  
LIFE.
  
A WISH.
  
A QUESTION.
  
MAN'S DAYS.
  
VAIN FREEDOM.
  
EVEN FOR THEE.
  
THE PRISONER.
  
THE LONG WAY.
  
BURIED SELF.
  
MY GHOSTS.
  
DREAM-MOONLIGHT.
  
BIDDEN.
  
LIFE'S UNCERTAINTY.
  
VAIN WAITING.
  
FATAL DELAY.
  
DEAD LOVE.
  
LATE LOVE.
  
LOVE AND DESPAIR.
  
LEAST LOVE.
  
BITTER-SWEET.
  
BRIDAL EVE.
  
THE SOUL'S PREGNANCY.
  
ATHEIST TO PANTHEIST.
  
TO PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE.
  
NO DEATH.
  
WITHOUT PASSION.
  
LOST SOULS.
  
AT THE LAST.
  
JONATHAN SWIFT; HIS LAST ILLNESS.
  
TO ARTHUR O'SHAUGHNESSY.
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TO JAMES THOMSON, AUTHOR OF “THE CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT.”
  
IN MEMORY OF D. G. ROSSETTI.
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A LAST HARVEST.
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AFTERMATH.

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NIGHT.

Second Violet.
How bright it is! the Trees, how still they are!

Crocus.
I never saw before so bright a Star
As that which stands and shines just over us.

First Violet
(after a pause).
My leaves feel strange and very tremulous.

Crocus and Second Violet together.
And mine, and mine!

First Violet.
O warm, kind Sun, appear!

Crocus.
I would the Stars were gone, and day were here!

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