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Poems by John B. Tabb
Tabb, John B. (1845-1909)
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QUATRAINS.
“FOR THE RAIN IT RAINETH EVERY DAY.”
THE MAST.
A STONE'S THROW.
LOVE'S AUTOGRAPH.
RENEWAL.
PREJUDICE.
THE BUBBLE.
O'ERSPENT.
IMAGINATION.
RUIN.
BECALMED.
TO THE SPHINX.
DISCREPANCY.
POETRY.
SAP.
SLEEP.
THE PYRAMIDS.
FORMATION.
THE PROMONTORY.
STARS.
WHISPER.
THE SUN.
THE SUNBEAM.
ALTER EGO.
REFLECTION.
ESTRANGEMENT.
BEETHOVEN AND ANGELO.
THE SHADOW.
SONNETS.
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THE BUBBLE.
Why
should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I.
But, sprung at once to beauty's perfect round,
Nor loss, nor gain, nor change in me is found,—
A life-complete in death-complete to die.
Poems by John B. Tabb
