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The Dream of Man

© William Watson

To the eye and the ear of the Dreamer
This Dream out of darkness flew,
Through the horn or the ivory portal,
But he wist not which of the two.

Democritus, dear droll, revisit earth,
And with our follies glut thy heighten'd mirth:
Sad Heraclitus, serious wretch, return,
In louder grief our greater crimes to mourn,
Between you both I unconcern'd stand by;
Hurt can I lauh? and honest need I cry?

The Kalevala - Rune XXIII

© Elias Lönnrot

OSMOTAR THE BRIDE-ADVISER

May, 1917

© John Jay Chapman

THE earth is damp: in everything

I taste the bitter breath of pallid spring.

Amphion

© Alfred Tennyson

MY father left a park to me,

But it is wild and barren,

Pastoral Stanzas

© Mary Darby Robinson

WHEN AURORA'S soft blushes o'erspread the blue hill,
And the mist dies away at the glances of morn;
When the birds join the music that floats on the rill,
And the beauties of spring the young woodlands adorn.

Dream Song 27: "The greens of the Ganges delta foliate."

© John Berryman

The greens of the Ganges delta foliate.
Of heartless youth made late aware he pled:
Brownies, please come.
To Henry in his sparest times sometimes
the little people spread, & did friendly things;
then he was glad.

Anactoria

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

MY LIFE is bitter with thy love; thine eyes

Blind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighs

Hymn XXXIX : Night forbear; alas, our Praise,

© John Austin

Night forbear; alas, our Praise,

And our young begining hope,

Dedication Of "The Dream Of Man" To London, My Hostess

© William Watson

City that waitest to be sung,--

For whom no hand

Male Fashions for 1799

© Mary Darby Robinson

Crops like hedgehogs, high-crown'd hats,
Whispers like Jew MOSES ;
Padded collars, thick cravats,
And cheeks as red as roses.

A Song Of Delight

© Alice Guerin Crist

Oh! Have you stolen out, one summer morning
To pick white crocus neath the garden wall,
Or shaken softly the big scented roses
And watched the dew-drops fall?

Lines inscribed to P. de Loutherbourg, Esq. R. A.

WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE,
In curling waves the rapid waters shine;
Where tow'ring cliffs in awful grandeur rise,
And midst the blue expanse embrace the skies;

Lu Mountain, Kiangsi

© Li Po

Let me reach those Sublime Hills
Where peace comes to the quiet heart.
No more need to find the magic cup.
Ill wash the dust, there, from my face,
And live in those regions that I love,
Separated from the Human World.

Lewin and Gynneth

"WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?"
The beauteous LEWIN cried;
As thro' the murky shade of night
With frantic step she hied.

Nightmare

The silver and violet leopard of the night
Spotted with stars and smooth with silence sprang;
And though three doors stood open, the end of light
Closed like a trap; and stillness was a clang.