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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
  
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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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NEAR HELIKON

By such an all-embalming summer day
As sweetens now among the mountain pines
Down to the cornland yonder and the vines,
To where the sky and sea are mixed in gray,
How do all things together take their way
Harmonious to the harvest, bringing wines
And bread and light and whatsoe'er combines
In the large wreath to make it round and gay.
To me my troubled life doth now appear
Like scarce distinguishable summits hung
Around the blue horizon: places where
Not even a traveller purposeth to steer,—
Whereof a migrant bird in passing sung,
And the girl closed her window not to hear.
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