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قراءة كتاب Poems
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POEMS
JOHN W. DRAPER
THE POET LORE COMPANY
BOSTON
Copyright, 1913, by John W. Draper
All Rights Reserved
The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A.
PREFACE
Most of the poems collected in this volume have already seen the light of print in the Colonnade, the monthly publication of the Andiron Club of New York University. The effort of the author has not been to write verses especially adapted to the taste of the modern public, but rather to create "a thing of beauty" from the theme that filled his mind at the time. Often he has been led into somewhat bold innovations such as the invention of the miniature ode, and the associating of an idea with a rime-motiv in the metrical short-stories. While he hopes that the new forms will justify themselves, he realizes that after all, the poems must stand or fall in proportion to the amount of pure artistic beauty contained within them.
CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| From a Grecian Myth | 9 |
| "Carpe Diem" | 10 |
| The Song of Lorenzo | 12 |
| The Song of Wo Hou | 14 |
| The Aurora | 15 |
| The Will o' the Wisp | 16 |
| When on the Shore Grates My Barge's Keel | 18 |
| To Shelley | 20 |
| Thomas de Quincey | 21 |
| The Vision of Dante | 22 |
| The Spirit of Schopenhauer | 24 |
| Arthur To Guenever | 26 |
| The Death of Thomas Chatterton | 27 |
| A Spring Song | 28 |
| After the Neo-Platonists | 29 |
| What Wouldst Thou Be? | 30 |
| The Prophecy of David | 31 |
| The Prophecy of Saint Mark | 39 |
| The Æolian Harp | 47 |
| The Maid That I Wooed | 48 |
| In a Minor Chord | 49 |
| A Glass of Absinthe | 51 |
| The Palace of Pain | 53 |
POEMS
FROM A GRECIAN MYTH
| A palace he built him in the west, A palace of vermeil fringed with gold; And fain would he lie him down to rest In the palace he built him in the west Which every heavenly hue had dressed With halcyon harmonies untold: That palace, the sun built in the west, A palace of vermeil fringed with gold. January 3, 1911. |
"CARPE DIEM"
| Wake, love; Aurora's breath has tinged the sky, Mounting in faintly flushing shafts on high To tell the world that Phœbus is at hand; And all the hours in a glittering band Cluster around in |