Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STOCK IN TRADE OF MODERN POETESSES, by MARGUERITE POWER GARDINER First Line: Lonely shades, and murm'ring founts Last Line: With which a modern poem's made. Alternate Author Name(s): Blessington, Countess Of Subject(s): Crichton, James (1560-1582); Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
Lonely shades, and murm'ring founts; Limpid streams, and azure mounts; Rocks and caverns, ocean's roar; Waves whose surges lash the shore; Moons, that silver radiance shed, When the vulgar are "a-bed"; Stars and planets shining high, Make one feel 'twere bliss to die; Twilight's soft mysterious light; Suns whose rays are "all" too bright; Wither'd hopes, and faded flowers, Beauties pining in their bowers; Broken harps, and untuned lyres; Lutes neglected, unquench'd fires; Vultures pecking at the heart, Leaving owners scarce a part; Doves that, frighted from the breast, Seek in vain some sweeter rest; Feather'd songsters of the grove, Warbling notes of joy and love; Hearts a prey to dark despair, Why, or how, we hardly care; Pale disease feeds on the cheek, Health how feeblehead how weak Bursting tear and endless sigh Query, can she tell us why? Pallid nymphs with fronts of snow, Ebon locks with graceful flow; Lips of rose leaves' tender dyes, Eyes that mock cerulean skies; And a foot too which may pass Over, yet not bend, the grass. Next a hero, with an air Half a brigandhalf corsair; Dark, mysterious in his life, Dreadful in the battle's strife; Vice and virtue in his breast, War for empirebanish rest Raving still of gloryfame While dishonour marks his name; Loving one, and only one Though he has that one undone; A Macedoine of good and evil, One part herothree parts devil: Quite an Admirable Crichton Is the hero all now write on. This now is all the stock in trade, With which a modern poem's made. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR |
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