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A Book of Epigrams By: Various |
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GATHERED BY Ralph A. Lyon EVANSTON William S. Lord 1902 EPIGRAMS POETRY She comes like the hushed beauty of the night, But sees too deep for laughter; Her touch is a vibration and a light From worlds before and after. [Charles E. Markham POETRY Poetry? Can I define it, you inquire? Yes; by your pleasure, Poetry is Thought, in princeliest attire, Treading a measure. [Duffield Osborne THE YEAR'S MINSTRELSY Spring, the low prelude of a lordlier song; Summer, a music without hint of death: Autumn, a cadence lingeringly long: Winter, a pause; the Minstrel Year takes breath. [William Watson THE SUN All the World's bravery that delights our eyes, Is but thy several liveries; Thou the rich dye on them bestow'st, Thy nimble Pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st. [Abraham Cowley FAREWELL I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved, and next to nature, art. I warm'd both hands before the fire of life: It sinks; and I am ready to depart. [Walter Savage Landor LIFE As a shaft that is sped from a bow unseen to an unseen mark, As a bird that gleams in the firelight, and hurries from dark to dark, As the face of the stranger who smiled as we passed in the crowded street, Our life is a glimmer, a flutter, a memory, fading, yet sweet! [William Cranston Lawton EPIGRAM ON THE DEATH OF EDWARD FORBES. Nature, a jealous mistress, laid him low. He woo'd and won her; and, by love made bold, She showed him more than mortal man should know, Then slew him lest her secret should be told. [Sydney Dobell ON LONGFELLOW'S DEATH No puissant singer he, whose silence grieves To day the great West's tender heart and strong; No singer vast of voice: yet one who leaves His native air the sweeter for his song. [William Watson DANIEL WEBSTER We have no high cathedral for his rest, Dim with proud banners and the dust of years; All we can give him is New England's breast To lay his head on and his country's tears. [Thomas William Parsons EUGENE FIELD Fades his calm face beyond our mortal ken, Lost in the light of lovelier realms above; He left sweet memories in the hearts of men And climbed to God on little children's love. [Frank L. Stanton THE DEBTOR CHRIST Quid Mihi Et Tibi What, woman, is my debt to thee, That I should not deny The boon thou dost demand of me? "I gave thee power to die." [John B... Continue reading book >>
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