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Poems

By Alfred Domett
Domett, Alfred (1811-1887)
  
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THE PEDESTRIAN.
  
A REVERIE.
  
WINTER.
  
ANACREONTIC.
  
THE STEAM-BOAT.
  
[As the April sun breaking]
  
SUNSET.
  
A STARRY NIGHT.
  
DEATH.
  
DESPAIR.
  
A FRAGMENT.
  
PLAIN TRUTHS.
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CHORUS IN THE ‘SEVEN AGAINST THEBES’ OF ÆSCHYLUS.
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OPENING SCENES OF THE “CLOUDS” OF ARISTOPHANES.
  
THE FIRST ODE OF HORACE,
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FRAGMENTS.
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COMMONPLACES.
  
FRAGMENT OF A CHORUS IN THE AJAX OF SOPHOCLES.
  
TEARS.
  
ODE TO THE MATHEMATICS.
  
[Oft when I read the lays]
  
STANZAS.
  
FRAGMENT.
  
TO A LADY.
  
TO ------.
  
WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM.
  
WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM.
  
LINES.
  
ON THE BIRTH OF A NEAR RELATION.
  
GREEK SONG.
  
[Whence is it mountains, forests, fields, and floods]
  
“GOOD BYE.”
  
['Twas in the twilight once—and Sorrow's shadow lay]
  
“LONG AGO,”
  
ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE IN AN ALBUM.
  
ANOTHER.
  
TO AGNES.
  
STANZAS.
  
FLOWERS.
  
A SIMILE.
  
THE BROKEN TRYST.
  
A SEA SIDE CALM.
  
THE CARD CASE'S PETITION.
  
THE “LAND O' THE LEAL.”
  
“GOOD-BYE!”
  
TO IONE.
  
TO AGNES.
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THE LONE STAR OF LOVE.
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LOVE AND CIRCUMSTANCE.
  
ADRIAN'S DYING ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL.
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WELLINGTON.
  
ADRIAN'S ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL WHEN DYING.
  
SISERA.
  
THE VOICE OF THE PESTILENCE.
  
NIGHT.
  
HORACE TO LAMIAS.
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HORACE TO HIS PAGE.
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THE STARS.
  
MIDNIGHT.
  
[This brave bright Earth with Mind o'erflows—]
  
A SUMMER THOUGHT.
  
TO BIANCA.
  
SONG.
  
THE NIGHTINGALE.
  
LOVE THE POET.
  
REMORSE.
  
SONG.
  
[My own—my absent one! thou who art still]
  
PAUL PREACHING AT ATHENS
  
L'Envoy.

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ADRIAN'S ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL WHEN DYING.

PARAPHRASED.

Spirit! gentle—kindly!
Fluttering, wandering Thing!
Long the Body's tenant—
Its companion dear—
Whither would'st thou blindly?
Why art on the wing?—
Silently awe-stricken—
All aghast with fear;
Strangely grave and mournful,
Wrapt in settled gloom—
Shrinking from the shadows,
Of thy coming doom!
No quips, no jests has thou—
No mirthful fancies now!
1832.
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