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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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LOVE'S LITURGY.

The little tender rites that lovers use,
Daily to calendar their love confest,
Are Love's own liturgy, which he endues
With grace to compass his eternal rest.
This rose, she gave me once, warm from her breast,
Kissing in smiling pity the sweet bruise
Of our close first embrace, with its dim hues,
Bids tender thoughts leap singing from their nest.
A touch can troth-plight for eternity;
A kiss build there a home; in pure delight
God spreads the sacramental bread and wine,
Wherein Love grows incarnate. Curst is he
Whose swinish thoughts, breeding pollution's blight,
Trample to filth those elements divine.
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