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Laurella and other poems

by John Todhunter
Todhunter, John (1839-1916)

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[dedication]
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I.—TALES.
  
LAURELLA.
  
THE DAUGHTER OF HIPPOCRATES.
  
THE LOST VIOLIN-THEME.
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II.—MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
  
SPRING SONG.
  
MADRIGAL.
  
CÄCILCHEN AT THE PIANO.
  
HYMN FOR A MAY MORNING.
  
SONG.
  
A SUMMER NIGHT.
  
HERTHA.
  
THISTLEDOWN.
  
SONG.
  
IN AUGUST.
  
IN A GONDOLA.
  
A FRUIT PIECE.
  
A SKETCH FROM NATURE.
  
IN SEPTEMBER.
  
ROMAUNT OF THE MYRTLE.
  
CHORALE.
  
ANASTASIS.
  
THE WASTE OF NATURE.
  
THE CHRIST-CHILD.
  
ODE TO DYSPEPSIA.
  
THE SEXTON'S DAUGHTER.
  
HOW IT STRIKES THE CULTURE PHILOSOPHER.
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III.—THE MYSTIC.
  
A VISION OF DEATH.
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A SONG OF EXPERIENCE.
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I.—VITA NUOVA.
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II.—DEATH IN LIFE.
  
LOST.
  
FOUND.
  
A SONG OF REMORSE.
  
THE BOTTOMLESS PIT.
  
A SONG OF SUSTAINMENT.
  
THERE SHALL COME FALSE CHRISTS.
  
PARADISE LOST.
  
PARADISE FOUND.
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A SONG OF SECRETS.
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IV.—SONNETS.
  
TO MENDELSSOHN.
  
THE FIRST SPRING DAY.
  
BEETHOVEN.
  
ROSAMUND'S BOWER.
  
A JUNE DAY.
  
AT LLANBERIS.
  
IN THE LOUVRE.
  
IN THE HASLI-THAL.
  
PSYCHE PAIDOTROPHE.
  
A DAIGNTIE-CONSEATED SONNET.
  
NESSUN MAGGIOR' DOLORE!
  
LOVE'S FLIGHT.
  
LOVE'S LITURGY.
  
MERLIN IN THE TOILS.
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V.—PRIMITIÆ.
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SCENES FROM THE MASQUE OF PSYCHE.
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PART FIRST.
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PART SECOND.
  
MAY SUNSHINE.
  
A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM.
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A MOONLIGHT SONATA.
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I. ADAGIO.
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II. ALLEGRETTO.
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III. MINORE.
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IV. SCHERZO.
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V. ANDANTE TRANQUILLO.
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VI. ANDANTE CON MOTO.
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VII. ADAGIO MISTERIOSO.
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POESY; RHAPSODIA.
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THE FIRST SPRING DAY.

But one short week ago the trees were bare,
And winds were keen, and violets pinched with frost;
Winter was with us; but the larches tost
Lightly their crimson buds, and here and there
Rooks cawed. To-day the Spring is in the air
And in the blood: sweet sun-gleams come and go
Upon the hills, in lanes the wild-flowers blow,
And tender leaves are bursting everywhere.
About the hedge the small birds peer and dart,
Each bush is full of amorous flutterings
And little rapturous cries. The thrush apart
Sits throned, and loud his ripe contralto rings.
Music is on the wind, and in my heart
Infinite love for all created things.
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