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Poems by William Wetmore Story

Story, William Wetmore (1819-1895)

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VOL. I. PARCHMENTS AND PORTRAITS
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BY WAY OF INTRODUCTION.
  
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NOTE BY THE EDITOR.
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PARCHMENTS AND PALIMPSESTS.
  
A ROMAN LAWYER IN JERUSALEM.
  
A JEWISH RABBI IN ROME.
  
A PRIMITIVE CHRISTIAN IN ROME.
  
PHIDIAS TO PERICLES.
  
MARCUS AURELIUS TO LUCIUS VERUS.
  
GIROLAMO, DETTO IL FIORENTINO, DESPONDS AND ABUSES THE WORLD.
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PORTRAITS AND PERSONS.
  
PAN IN LOVE.
  
CLEOPATRA.
  
MARCUS ANTONIUS.
  
CASSANDRA.
  
ORESTES.
  
PRAXITELES AND PHRYNE.
  
CHERSIPHRON.
  
TANTALUS.
  
PADRE BANDELLI PROSES TO THE DUKE LUDOVICO SFORZA ABOUT LEONARDO DA VINCI.
  
LEONARDO DA VINCI POETIZES TO THE DUKE IN HIS OWN DEFENCE.
  
A CONTEMPORARY CRITICISM:
  
IN THE ANTECHAMBER OF MONSIGNORE DEL FIOCCO.
  
THE LESSON OF MONSIGNORE GALEOTTO.
  
THE PADRE AND THE NOVICE.
  
L'ABBATE.
  
IL CURATO.
  
IN ST. PETER'S.
  
BARON FISCO AT HOME.
  
ZIA NICA.
  
ROBA DI ROMA.
  
NINA.
  
EVENING IN SUMMER.
  
GIULIETTA.
  
THE CHIFFONIER.
  
AN ESTRANGEMENT.
  
THE BEGGAR.
  
THE MANDOLINATA.
  
THE EMPTY HALL.
  
THE DESOLATION OF JERUSALEM.
  
AN ENGLISH HUSBAND TO HIS ITALIAN WIFE.
  
BLACK EYES.
  
ARTEMIS.
  
NINA AND HER TREASURES.
  
NEMESIS.
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VOL II. MONOLOGUES AND LYRICS
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DRAMATIC MONOLOGUES AND NARRATIVES.
  
GINEVRA DA SIENA.
  
RADICOFANI.
  
GIANNONE.
  
AUNT RACHEL'S STORY.
  
THE THREE SINGERS.
  
THE BATTLE OF MORAT.
  
THE CONFESSIONAL.
  
A LEGEND.
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REVERIES.
  
AT THE VILLA CONTI.
  
UNDER THE ILEXES.
  
AUTUMN IN TUSCANY.
  
IN THE GLEN.
  
PRIMAVERA.
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LYRICS.
  
IO VICTIS!
  
SUNRISE.
  
MOONRISE.
  
COMPANIONS ON THE ROAD.
  
“DE MORTUIS.”
  
THE BLACKBIRD.
  
LOVE AND DEATH.
  
AUTUMN.
  
TO VICTOR.
  
A MOMENT.
  
AFTER MANY DAYS.
  
SPRING.
  
A BLACK DAY.
  
VETERIS VESTIGIA FLAMMÆ.
  
IN THE RAIN.
  
IN THE MOONLIGHT.
  
THE SAD COUNTRY.
  
AT PEACE.
  
EIDOLON.
  
TWO PARTINGS.
  
TWENTY YEARS AGO.
  
TO BIANCA.
  
IN THE GARDEN.
  
SYMBOLS.
  
THE GARDEN OF ROSES.
  
SONG.
  
ART.
  
TWO STARS.
  
ON THE DESERT.
  
LOVE.
  
THE WALTZ.
  
AT DIEPPE.
  
THE VIOLET.
  
THE ROSE.
  
LOOKING DOWN.
  
LOOKING UP.
  
THE LOCUST.
  
COMING INTO PORT.
  
THE END OF THE BANQUET.
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SONNETS.
  
LITTLE WE KNOW WHAT SECRET INFLUENCE.
  
GLAD IS THE SUNSHINE.
  
THE MIGHTY MAKERS.
  
EUROPA.
  
GIOTTO'S CHAPEL.
  
IT WOULD NOT SEEM TO ME ONE HALF SO STRANGE.
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TIMON.
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[I. What were we made for? If to struggle here]
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[II. We are pursued by Fate; nothing on earth]
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III. High as man's hopes may fly, he ever falls
  
AFTER LONG DAYS OF DULL PERPETUAL RAIN.
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SCHERZI.
  
SINGING AT TWILIGHT.
  
UN BACIO DATO NON È MAI PERDUTO.
  
PERSICA.
  
A MUSICAL BOX.
  
ON THE SURFACE.
  
ROSA HESTERNA.
  
O FILIA PULCHRA!
  
SNOWDROP.
  
LOVE AND PRUDENCE.
  
THE TWO MUSES.
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COUPLETS.
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[I. To each his separate work; the ox to drag the plough]
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II. SHAKESPEARE.
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[III. Strive not to say the whole! the Poet, in his Art]
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[IV. We of our age are part, and every thrill that wakes]
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[V. All Arts are one, howe'er distributed they stand]
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[VI. Lift thou thyself above the accidents of life]
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[VII. Yes, thrift is very good. Respect to men of thrift]
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[VIII. Live not without a friend! The Alpine rock must own]
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[IX. While we are young our youth too near for Art doth lie]
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[X. That dress of thine is made of many lives; I see]
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[XI. The conscious Intellect the servant is of Art]
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[XII. An inward faith alone can make our life sincere]
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[XIII. Nature in circles moves round fixed and central laws]
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[XIV. We are but what we think, and must immortal be]
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[XV. The East for sweet luxurious ease and rest]
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[XVI. The Imperfect hath a charm the Perfect cannot own]

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NOTE BY THE EDITOR.

This extract from a letter of my friend
His brother sent me, with the manuscripts.
He had glanced through them hurriedly, he said,
Took little interest in them, wondered much
At such a waste of time, and made me free
To use them as I chose. Not being sure
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Of my own judgment I have thought it best
To print them, as on trial, and invoke
The public verdict. I think well of them:
His brother thinks them worthless,—which is right?
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