Poems by Trumbull Stickney
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Six O'Clock
... To the poor girl that strength and love forsake, ...
Tho' Lack of Laurels
... Sometimes well grasped, tho' shattered in the strife ...
Mnemosyne
... with cattle-tracks&emsp ...
Mt. Lykaion
... Stand on the height two columns, where at rest ...
Once
... She seemed a wind of music passing on ...
You Say, Columbus with his Argosies
... Trafficked and robbed and triumphed home again: ...
Leave him now Quiet by the Way
... He stubborned like the massive slaughter beast ...
I Hear a River thro’ the Valley Wander
... A rainbow stands and summer passes under ...
Live Blindly and upon the Hour
... Drinking their lips, catch thou the dream in flight ...
I Used to Think
... re jetted up Where in the bluish moisture rot whate&rsquo ...
Be Still. The Hanging Gardens were a Dream
... Blind with the light of life thou ldst not forsake, ...
Sir, Say no More
... t is as if The green and climbing eyesight of a cat ...
And, the Last Day Being Come, Man Stood Alone
... And, since he gave them not to drink, their thirst, ...
The Passions that we Fought with and Subdued
... s coil They lurk, ready to spring and vindicate ...
In the Past
... er the side And lazy shades in the water see, ...
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