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Laurella and other poems

by John Todhunter
Todhunter, John (1839-1916)

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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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ROSAMUND'S BOWER.

Deep in my soul there is a region sweet,
Untraversed of life's dusty carriage-wheels,
Wherein my heart hath her divinest seat
In trancéd quiet. There Time's shadow steals
No sunshine from the summer; but great trees
Bask in fair lawns and brood o'er haunted streams
With restful shade, and music of happy dreams
Is blown about the fragrant pleasaunces
Where all pure thoughts find pasture. Never blight
Falls from the azure heaven, whose dewy spell
Keeps fresh the meadow-glades. There among flowers,
Safe-nested in my inmost of delight,
Hid from the world, as queen my Love doth dwell,
Tended by blissful hands of virgin hours.
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