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# Poems of John Donne/Volume 1/To the Right Honourable William Lord Craven

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London: George Routledge & Sons, pages xlix–l
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE
WILLIAM LORD CRAVEN,
BARON OF HAMPSTED-MARSHAM.
My Lord,
Many of these poems have, for several impressions, wandered up and down, trusting (as well they might) upon the author’s reputation; neither do they now complain of any injury but what may proceed either from the kindness of the printer, or the courtesy of the reader; the one by adding something too much, lest any spark of this sacred fire might perish undiscerned, the other by putting such an estimation upon the wit and fancy they find here, that they are content to use it as their own: as if a man should dig out the stones of a royal amphitheatre to build a stage for a country show. Amongst all the monsters this unlucky age has teemed with, I find none so prodigious as the poets of these later times, wherein men, as if they would level understandings too as well as estates, acknowledging no inequality of parts and judgments, ​pretend as indifferently to the chair of wit as to the pulpit, and conceive themselves no less inspired with the spirit of poetry than with that of religion: so it is not only the noise of drums and trumpets which have drowned the Muses’ harmony, or the fear that the Church’s ruin will destroy their priests likewise, that now frights them from this country, where they have been so ingenuously received; but these rude pretenders to excellencies they unjustly own, who profanely rushing into Minerva’s temple, with noisome airs blast the laurel which thunder cannot hurt. In this sad condition these learned sisters are fled over to beg your lordship’s protection, who have been so certain a patron both to arts and arms, and who in this general confusion have so entirely preserved your honour, that in your lordship we may still read a most perfect character of what England was in all her pomp and greatness, so that although these poems were formerly written upon several occasions, and to several persons, they now unite themselves, and are become one pyramid to set your lordship’s statue upon, where you may stand like armed Apollo the defender of the Muses, encouraging the poets now alive to celebrate your great acts by affording your countenance to his poems that wanted only so noble a subject.
My Lord,
Your most humble servant,
John Donne.
Footnotes
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) from Flowers of Loveliness, 1838/Clematis

* CLEMATIS
* Artist T. UwinsEngraver H. Robinson
From The New Yorker, 16th December 1837. Page 615
THE CLEMATIS.
BY L. E. L.
Around the cross the flower is winding,
 Around the old and ruined wall;
And with its fragile flowers, binding
 The arch with which it soon must fall.
And two before that cross are praying,—
 One, with her earnest eyes above;
The other, as the heart, delaying,
 Blent heavenly with some earthly love.
St. Marie's shrine is now laid lowly,
 Shivered its windows' rainbow panes;
Silent its hymn;— that pale flower solely,
 Of all its former pride remains.
Hushed is the ancient anthem, keeping
 The vigil of the silent night;
Gone is the censer's silver sweeping;
 Dim is the sacred taper's light.
True, the rapt soul's divine emotion
 The desert wind to heaven may bear;
'Tis not the shrine that makes devotion,
 The place that sanctifies the prayer;
But yet I grieve that, thus departed,
 The faith has left the fallen cell;
How many, lorn and broken-hearted,
 Were thankful in their shade to dwell!
Not on the young mind, filled with fancies
 And hopes, whose gloss is not yet gone;
Not on the early world's romances,
 Should the cell close its funeral stone! Still is the quiet cloister wanted,
 For those who wear a weary eye;
Whose life has long been disenchanted,
 Who have one only wish—to die.
How oft the heart of woman, yearning
 For love it dreams but never meets,
From the world, worn and weary, turning,
 Could shelter in these dim retreats!
Then were that solemn quiet given,
 That life's harsh, feverish, hours deny!
Then might the last prayer rise to heaven,
 "My God! I pray thee, let me die!”
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) from Flowers of Loveliness, 1838/Frontispiece

With poetical illustrations by L. E. L.
# Poems of John Donne/Volume 1/To John Donne

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London: George Routledge & Sons, page lii
TO JOHN DONNE.
B. Jonson.
Footnotes
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) from Flowers of Loveliness, 1838

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Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) From Flowers of Loveliness, 1838
Compiled by Peter. J. Bolton
Contents
* To Victoria
* Clematis
* The Hyacinth
* The Heath
* The Water-Lily
* The Night-Blowing Convolvulus
* The Poppy
* The Canterbury Bell
* The Pansy
* The Marvel of Peru
* The Laurel
* The Iris
* Mignonette
In the absence of an available digital edition of this important volume, these poems have been collected, where possible, from contemporary sources. Where such cannot be found, the texts have been transcribed from F. J. Sypher’s Poems from the Annuals.
In the original, the opening poem, To Victoria, has artist drawn capitals, each entwined with the appropriate plant.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) from Flowers of Loveliness, 1838/Contents

Contents
* To Victoria
* Clematis
* The Hyacinth
* The Heath
* The Water-Lily
* The Night-Blowing Convolvulus
* The Poppy
* The Canterbury Bell
* The Pansy
* The Marvel of Peru
* The Laurel
* The Iris
* Mignonette
In the absence of an available digital edition of this important volume, these poems have been collected, where possible, from contemporary sources. Where such cannot be found, the texts have been transcribed from F. J. Sypher’s Poems from the Annuals.
In the original, the opening poem, To Victoria, has artist drawn capitals, each entwined with the appropriate plant.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) from Flowers of Loveliness, 1838/Mignonette

* MIGNETTE
* Artist K. MeadowsEngraver T. W. Knight
Transcribed from F. J. Sypher
MIGNONETTE
Thou fairy flower! how lovely  Thy blossoms seem to be! Thou art the summer’s darling,  And such thou art to me: Thou bringest back old fancies,  And I am like a child; Alas, alas! my childhood!  Where art thou now exiled?
Art thou amid these blossoms,  Lull’d with their breathings sweet; Too much of unmarked beauty  Lies hidden at our feet: We hurry on, too careless  Of many lovely things; ’Tis accident that often  The dearest pleasure brings.
Sweet flowers! are ye from childhood,  Or fairy land, or both? So fresh are still the fancies  That linger round your growth. With what an eager fondness  I leant your leaves above! Oh! in our life’s beginning,  The heart is full of love!
We have a world within us,  Unwasted and unchilled; And we long to share the gladness,  With which ourselves are filled: ’Tis life’s most bitter lesson,  That we must leave behind Each warm and generous impulse,  That lighted once the mind.
We grow too cold and careless,  As after years come on; The fanciful is vanished,  The beautiful is gone. Where are the old affections,  That once appeared so true? And if we could, we cannot,  Their once sweet life renew.
It is a mournful memory,  The memory of the past; Each year a deeper darkness  Is on our pathway cast. Ah! ye darling flowers of summer!  Would ye could bid depart The shadow on my spirit,  The coldness at my heart.
# Poems of Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.) from Flowers of Loveliness, 1838/The Heath

* HEATH
* Artist F. CorbauxEngraver J. Thomson
Transcribed from F. J. Sypher
THE HEATH
Ah, gentle flower! on which the wind  Delays, as if it loved delay; I ask of thee no wreath to bind,  I take no blossom from thy spray: I only breathe upon thy bloom,  And ask it, for my sake, to bear A message on its faint perfume,  Afar amid its native air.
Slight are the links that waken thought,  And slight are those I trust to now; Yet by that soft flower may be brought  The memory of a broken vow! E’en as thy soft hues fade away,  So fadeth love! so doth the heart See, in a single hour, decay  All that was once its loveliest part.
Ah! fairy blossoms! tell my love,—  Or he who once was love of mine,— How can the conscious heaven above  Upon such utter falsehood shine. Tell him, that since he left my fears,  To bear with all that absence bears, I have but thought of him with tears;  I have but breathed of him in prayers.
I loved him, like an eager child,  That knows not how it loves, or why! My spirit brightened when he smiled;  I never gave him cause to sigh,— Yet loved with woman’s fondness too,  That knows it is her life she gives; Deep, earnest, passionate, and true,  The love that in the spirit lives.
Thou fragile flower! if thou hast brought  His image, too beloved! to me; It is because I link his thought  With every object that I see! I watch the morning’s rosy light  Redden amid the dewy air; I watch the silent stars at night;  But only meet his image there.
Yet he is false! he loves me not!  He leaves me lone and wretched here; Ye Heavens! how can they be forgot,—  Vows that he called on ye to hear? And yet, I never asked a vow;  Doubts, fears, were utterly unknown; The faith that is so worthless now,  I then believed in by my own.
I read his heart by mine! and deemed  Its truth was clear, its choice was made; The happiness I only dreamed,  How bitterly has it been paid! Breathe, ye soft flowers, my long despair!  But tell him, now, return is vain; My heart has had too much to bear,  Ever to be his own again.
# Poet Lore/Volume 29

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A MAGAZINE OF LETTERS
EDITED BY
CHARLOTTE PORTER AND HELEN A. CLARKE
VOLUME XXIX
JANUARY—DECEMBER, 1918
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# Poet Lore/Volume 31/Number 1

THE OLDEST AND LARGEST REVIEW IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE DEVOTED TO POETRY AND DRAMA
TITLE REGISTERED AS A TRADE MARK
A Magazine of Letters
Spring Number
Petr Vok Rozmberk, A Drama in Five Acts By FRANTISEK ADOLF SUBERT
August Strindberg, A Psychoanalytic Study By AXEL JOHAN UPPVALL
Renderings from the Verse of Campo-Amor By OLGA MARX
Rimas Numero LIII By GUSTAVO BECQUER
(Complete Contents on Inside Cover)
Richard G. Badger, Publisher
The Gorham PressThe Poet Lore Company
Poet LoreEditors CHARLOTTE PORTER, HELEN A. CLARKE, RUTH HILL :
| SPRING, 1920 |||
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| Translated from the Bohemian by Beatrice M. Mekota. |||
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| Reference to the Oedipus Complex | Axel Johan Uppvall | 62 |
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# Poet Lore/Volume 33/Number 2

THE OLDEST AND LARGEST REVIEW IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE DEVOTED TO POETRY AND DRAMA
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A Magazine of Letters
Summer Number
The Awakening, A Five Act Drama By FRANCIS ADOLF SUBERT
Dante in the Drama Class, By LUCY LOCKWOOD HAZARD
The Tragedian in Spite of Himself, A Farce By ANTON CHEKOV
Papa and Mama By EDUARDO BARRIOS, Chilean Novelist and Playwright
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Poet LoreEditors CHARLOTTE PORTER, HELEN A. CLARKE, RUTH HILL :
| SUMMER, 1922 |||
| The Awakening, A Five Act Drama | Francis Adolf Subert | 159 |
| Translated from the Bohemian by Beatrice M. Mekota |||
| Dante in the Drama Class | Lucy Lockwood Hazard | 228 |
| The Wedding Guest | Rosialee Kerley | 232 |
| The Lady Compassionate | Katherine Kirker | 239 |
| The Exile | Amy Josephine Klauber | 246 |
| Mendele: The Foremost of Ghetto Satirists | Charles A. Madison | 255 |
| Day Dreams | A. H. Ware | 267 |
| The Tragedian in Spite of Himself, A Farce of Suburban Life in one Act Anton Chekov | The Tragedian in Spite of Himself, A Farce of Suburban Life in one Act Anton Chekov | 268 |
| Translated from Russian by Olive Frances Murphy |||
| Moris’s “The Lady of The Land” | Genevieve Apgar | 274 |
| Papa and Mama | Eduardo Barrios | 286 |
| Translated by Willis Knapp Jones |||
| Gossip and Gossipers | May Harris | 291 |
| The Bitterly Reviled | Lucy Lowe | 300 |
| Antonius Stradiuarius Cremonenlis, Faciebat Anno MCVIIXII Harold Davis | Antonius Stradiuarius Cremonenlis, Faciebat Anno MCVIIXII Harold Davis | 308 |
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SUMMER NUMBER
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# Poet Lore/Volume 31

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A MAGAZINE OF LETTERS
EDITED BY
CHARLOTTE PORTER AND HELEN A. CLARKE
VOLUME XXXI
JANUARY—DECEMBER, 1920
RICHARD G. BADGER THE POET LORE COMPANY BOSTON MCMXX
Spring number Summer number Autumn number Winter number
INDEX TO VOLUME XXXI
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# Poet Lore/Volume 33

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A MAGAZINE OF LETTERS
EDITED BY
CHARLOTTE PORTER—HELEN A. CLARKE
RUTH HILL
VOLUME XXXIII
JANUARY—DECEMBER, 1922
RICHARD G. BADGER THE POET LORE COMPANY BOSTON MCMXXII
Spring number Summer number Autumn number Winter number
INDEX TO VOLUME XXXIII
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# Poet Lore/Volume 29/Number 1

THE OLDEST AND LARGEST REVIEW IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE DEVOTED TO POETRY AND DRAMA
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A Magazine of Letters
New Year’s Number
The Governor’s Wife, A Comedy in Three Acts By JACINTO BENAVENTE
The NINTH NIGHT, A Play in One Act By VICTOR DYK
Japanese Hokku Poems By YONE NOGUCHI
Paul Claudel By FEDERICO OLIVERO
(Complete Contents on the Inside Cover)
Richard G. Badger, Publisher The Gorham PressThe Poet Lore Company
Entered as second-class matter at the Post Office at Boston, July 22, 1903
Poet Lore :
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# Poet Lore/Volume 31/Number 4

THE OLDEST AND LARGEST REVIEW IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE DEVOTED TO POETRY AND DRAMA
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Dobromila Rettig, A Play in Three Acts By ALOIS JIRASEK
The Jubilee, A Farce in One Act By ANTON CHEKOV
A Modern Harlequinade, Three Plays By COLIN CLEMENTS
Mercerized Folklore By CHRISTABEL F. FISKE
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Richard G. Badger, Publisher The Gorham PressThe Poet Lore Company
Poet LoreEditors CHARLOTTE PORTER, HELEN A. CLARKE, RUTH HILL :
| WINTER, 1920 |||
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| Translated from Bohemian by Bernice Herrman and George Rapall Noyes |||
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| Colin Clements | Margaret Wright | 576 |
| A Modern Harlequinade, In Three Plays | Colin Campbell Clements | 579 |
| Harlequin | | 579 |
| Columbine | | 588 |
| The Return of Harlequin | | 596 |
| Voltaire, Shakespeare and Billeting Area 18 | Jens Peter Jacobsen | 615 |
| Where the Low Borderland Rises | Robert W. McKnight | 604 |
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| The Jubilee, A Farce in One act | Anton Chekov | 616 |
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# Poems of Childhood/With Trumpet and Drum

New York, C. Scribner's Sons, pages 1–2
POEMS OF CHILDHOOD
WITH TRUMPET AND DRUM
WITH big tin trumpet and little red drum,
Marching like soldiers, the children come!
It 's this way and that way they circle and file—
My! but that music of theirs is fine!
This way and that way, and after a while
They march straight into this heart of mine!
A sturdy old heart, but it has to succumb
To the blare of that trumpet and beat of that drum!
Come on, little people, from cot and from hall—
This heart it hath welcome and room for you all!
It will sing you its songs and warm you with love,
As your dear little arms with my arms intertwine;
It will rock you away to the dreamland above—
Oh, a jolly old heart is this old heart of mine,
And jollier still is it bound to become
When you blow that big trumpet and beat that red drum!
​So come; though I see not his dear little face
And hear not his voice in this jubilant place,
I know he were happy to bid me enshrine
His memory deep in my heart with your play—
Ah me! but a love that is sweeter than mine
Holdeth my boy in its keeping to-day!
And my heart it is lonely—so, little folk, come,
March in and make merry with trumpet and drum!
With Trumpet and Drum