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The poems of Trumbull Stickney

Stickney, Trumbull (1874-1904)

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I DRAMATIC VERSES
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II FRAGMENTS OF A DRAMA ON THE LIFE OF THE EMPEROR JULIAN
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III LATER LYRICS
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[I Listen! As though from other times and days]
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[II I saw how that a painter, given o'er]
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[III With long black wings an angel standing by]
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[IV You are to me the full vermilion rose]
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[V The trees and shrubbery glimmer]
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[VI A glad little rift, so shy]
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[VII I love thee longer and I love thee most]
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[VIII Dear and rich as a dawn of summer]
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[IX And, the last day being come, Man stood alone]
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X DEDICATION
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XI A FLOWER
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XII A STONE
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XIII PARDON
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XIV SERVICE
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XV CHESTNUTS IN NOVEMBER
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XVI FIDELITY
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[XVII With thy two eyes look on me once again]
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[XVIII When bye and bye relenting you regret]
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XIX LONELINESS
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[XX As pilgrims, when the ways of winter ope]
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[XXI Quiet after the rain of morning]
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[XXII If tho' alone I scarce do sigh]
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[XXIII Grudge not that I so long for thee]
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[XXIV Spirits that might have been]
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XXV SEPARATION
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XXVI AT SAINTE-MARGUERITE
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[XXVII I dreamed. Aye, it was very dark]
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[XXVIII Leave him now quiet by the way]
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XXIX AN ATHENIAN GARDEN
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XXX SONNETS FROM GREECE
  
SUNIUM
  
MT. LYKAION
  
NEAR HELIKON
  
ELEUSIS
  
MT. IDA
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XXXI SIX O'CLOCK
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XXXII IN A CITY GARDEN
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IV A DRAMATIC SCENE
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V JUVENILIA
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VI FRAGMENTS

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MT. LYKAION

Alone on Lykaion since man hath been
Stand on the height two columns, where at rest
Two eagles hewn of gold sit looking East
Forever; and the sun goes up between.
Far down around the mountain's oval green
An order keeps the falling stones abreast.
Below within the chaos last and least
A river like a curl of light is seen.
Beyond the river lies the even sea,
Beyond the sea another ghost of sky,—
O God, support the sickness of my eye
Lest the far space and long antiquity
Suck out my heart, and on this awful ground
The great wind kill my little shell with sound.
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