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Poems by William W. Story

Story, William Wetmore (1819-1895)

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[dedication]
  
CASTLE PALO.
  
IN THE WEST.
  
IN THE EAST.
  
THE NECKAN.
  
THE DEATH OF GREGORY XVI.
  
“DE PROFUNDIS CLAMAVI.”
  
IN THE MOUNTAINS.
  
SHADOWS AND VOICES AT TWILIGHT.
  
A TESTAMENT.
  
ITALY AND NEW ENGLAND.
  
THE MARCHESE CASTELLO
  
THE PINE.
  
VENICE.
  
BETWEEN TWELVE AND ONE.
  
TO J--- S---.
  
THE BROKEN HARP.
  
FAIRY-LAND.
  
THE TORRENT.
  
TO J. S.
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COUPLETS.
 1. 
[I. To each his separate work; the ox to drag the plough]
 3. 
[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. Why fear the critic's pen; if dipped in gall it be]
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[VIII. The old because 'tis old the fool will reverence]
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[IX. Yes, thrift is very good. Respect to men of thrift]
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[X. Live not without a friend! The Alpine rock must own]
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[XI. Herein the spirit's gifts are not like those of clay]
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[XII. As rooted to the rock the yearning sea-weed grows]
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[XIII. How use and custom steal from fairest things their grace]
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[XIV. While we are young our youth too near for Art doth lie]
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[XV. In every leaf is seen the structure of the tree]
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[XVI. The scholar like a ship is filled with foreign store]
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[XVII. What strange and magic power in sympathy resides?]
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[XVIII. Pain of the devil is, with God is joy alone]
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[XIX. That dress of thine is made of many lives; I see]
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[XX. The conscious Intellect the servant is of Art]
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[XXI. Like to the human frame, or like the spreading tree]
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[XXII. I look into thine eyes, myself, dear love, to see]
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[XXIII. Seek not to pour the world into thy little mould]
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[XXIV. An inward faith alone can make our life sincere]
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[XXV. Nature in circles moves round fixed and central laws]
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[XXVI. While work is only task we are apprentices]
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[XXVII. Joy is the tone that sounds through nature's myriad vents]
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[XXVIII. Nature allows not man his brother to exclude]
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[XXIX. We are but what we think, and must immortal be]
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[XXX. The East for sweet luxurious ease and rest]
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[XXXI. Nature will ne'er repeat; whatever she creates]
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[XXXII. Where thou art strong and stout thy friend to thee will show]
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[XXXIII. The Imperfect hath a charm the Perfect cannot own]
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[XXXIV. The torch you turn to earth still upward lifts its flame]
  
THE BLACK-LETTER TEXT.
  
THE AUTUMN CYCLAMEN.
  
DIRGE.
  
THE BIVOUAC.
  
THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.
  
SAPPHO.
  
TO G. W. C. AND C. P. C.
  
THE LOCUST-TREES.
  
SORRENTO.
  
PROLOGUE,
  
L'ENVOI.

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[XXIV. An inward faith alone can make our life sincere]

An inward faith alone can make our life sincere,
And into Art that life transmuted should appear.
Not of a trick or lie those fairest shapes are born,
That seem like human souls that godlike forms have worn.
The Greek in nature saw his gods half-hidden lurk,
And copying nature, wrought his gods into his work.
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