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Sonnets

By Emily Pfeiffer: Revised and Enlarged Ed.
Pfeiffer, Emily (1827-1890)

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DEDICATION TO J. E. P.
  
ENVOY TO C. R. AND M. L.
  
THE PALMER LOVE.
  
ETNA.
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ASPIRATION.
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LEARN OF THE DOG.
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THE LOST LIGHT.
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A PLEA.
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HELLAS.
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SHELLEY.
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INVOCATION.
  
INVOCATION.
  
A REMINISCENCE.
  
THE JOY OF JOYS.
  
THE SORROW OF SORROWS.
  
TO THE MOURNERS OF LOVE.
  
WATCHMAN, WHAT OF THE NIGHT.
  
A WIND FROM OFF THE SEA.
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TO NATURE
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PAST AND FUTURE.
  
BROKEN SPEECH.
  
TO THE BLIND ARCHITECT OF THE CITY OF LIFE
  
TO A MOTH THAT DRINKETH OF THE RIPE OCTOBER.
  
THE WINGED SOUL.
  
THE GOSPEL OF DREAD TIDINGS.
  
DREAMING.
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ON HEARING THE INTRODUCTION TO “LOHENGRIN.”
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A CHRYSALIS.
  
THE CHILDREN OF LIGHT.
  
AN INVOCATION.
  
THE “STING OF DEATH.”
  
TO L. C. SMITH.
  
AMONG THE GLACIERS.
  
ON THE THUNER SEE.
  
THE HUNGER OF LIFE.
  
EVOLUTION.
  
LOVE AND JOY.
  
LOVE AND SORROW.
  
THE PRISONER IN THE HOUSE OF LIFE.
  
ON LOCH KATRINE.
  
AMONG THE HEBRIDES.
  
TO THE HERALD HONEYSUCKLE.
  
TO IMMORTAL MUSIC.
  
TRANSFIGURATION.
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TO THE FRIENDS OF LOVE.
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I.FALLEN FROM GRACE.
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II.UNDER THE ROSE.
  
ON GUARD.
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I.TO A FLEDGLING ROBIN.
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II.TO THE SAME, ON BEGINNING HIS SONG.
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STUDIES FROM THE ANTIQUE.
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KASSANDRA.
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KLYTEMNESTRA.
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TO DR. WILHELM JORDAN.
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I.IN LOVE'S ECLIPSE.
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II.LOVE THE REVEALER.
  
A PARTNERSHIP.
  
TO E. BURNE JONES, ON HIS PICTURE OF THE ANNUNCIATION.
  
SUGGESTED BY THE PICTURE OF THE ANNUNCIATION, BY E. BURNE JONES.
  
KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID.
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I.LOVE AND DEATH.
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II.LOVE AND LIFE.
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CAIN AND ABEL.
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I.CAIN AND ABEL.
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II.OUTCAST CAIN.
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III.CAIN REPENTANT.
  
HOPE.
  
DEAF.
  
MID-OCEAN.
  
NIAGARA.
  
BEATING THE AIR.
  
THE SOUDAN.
  
GORDON.
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A PROTEST.
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THE COMING DAY.
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I.THE SOUL'S PRAYER.
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II.THE SOUL'S PRIDE.
  
WEARIHEAD.
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SIX 14-LINE POEMS.
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A SYMPHONY OF SONNETS. I. TO X.
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KLYTEMNESTRA.

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DAUGHTER of gods and men, great ruling will,
Seething in oily rage within the sphere
Which gods and men assign the woman here,
Till, stricken where the wound approved thee still
Mother and mortal, all the tide of ill
Rushed through the gap, and nothing more seemed dear
But power to wreak high ruin, nothing clear
But the long dream you waited to fulfil.
Mother and spouse—queen of the king of men—
What fury brought Ægysthus to thy side—
That bearded semblant, man to outward ken,
But else mere mawworm, made to fret man's pride?
Woman, thy foot was on thy tyrant then—
Mother, thou wert avenged for love defied!
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Woman and Greek—so doubly trained in art!—
Spreading the purple for the conqueror's tread,
Bowing with feline grace thy royal head—
How perfect whelp-robbed lioness thy part!
One wrong the more to wring the ancient smart
Then three swift strokes, and the slow hope blooms red,
Who shamed the hero lays him with the dead,
Where nevermore his word may vex her heart.
Bold queen, what were to thee the gods of Greece?
What had been any god of any name,
More than the lion-heart you made to cease,
Or the live dog to all your humours tame?—
The very furies left your soul in peace
Until Orestes' sword drave home their claim.
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