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Nec Cithara Carentem Nec Cithara Carentem

Nec Cithara Carentem
The following little Greek lyric occurs in a letter of December 18, 1862, to the Rev. E. D. Stone. "My lines," wrote William Johnson, "are suggested by the death of Thorwaldsen: he died at the age of seventy, imperceptibly, having fallen asleep at a concert. But when I had done them, I remembered Provost Hawtrey's last appearance in public at a music party he fell asleep: and so I value my lines as a bit of honour done to him, and it seems odd that I should unintentionally have caught in the second and third lines his characteristic sympathy with... Poems - Post by : cenovia21love - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 2108

In Honour Of Matthew Prior In Honour Of Matthew Prior

In Honour Of Matthew Prior
("Ionica," 1877) I am Her mirror, framed by him Who likes and knows her. On my rim No fret, no bead, no lace. He tells me not to mind the scorning Of every semblance of adorning, Since I receive Her face. Sept. 1877.(The end)William Johnson Cory's poem: In Honour Of Matthew Prior... Poems - Post by : 4freedm - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 1978

Notre Dame--from The South-east Notre Dame--from The South-east

Notre Dame--from The South-east
("Ionica," 1877) Oh lord of high compassion, strong to scorn Ephemeral monsters, who with tragic pain Purgest our trivial humours, once again Through thine own Paris have I roamed, to mourn For freemen plagued with cant, ere we were born, For feasts of death, and hatred's harvest wain Piled high, for princes from proud mothers torn, And soft despairs hushed in the waves of Seine.... Poems - Post by : chrisball - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 2820

An Apology An Apology

An Apology
("Ionica," 1858, p. 115) Uprose the temple of my love Sculptured with many a mystic theme, All frail and fanciful above, But pillared on a deep esteem. It might have been a simpler plan, And traced on more majestic lines; But he that built it was a man Of will unstrung, and vague designs; Not worthy, though indeed he wrought With... Poems - Post by : oschko - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 2925

The Swimmer's Wish The Swimmer's Wish

The Swimmer's Wish
("Ionica," 1858, p. 81) Fresh from the summer wave, under the beech, Looking through leaves with a far-darting eye, Tossing those river-pearled locks about, Throwing those delicate limbs straight out, Chiding the clouds as they sailed out of reach, Murmured the swimmer, I wish I could fly. Laugh, if you like, at the bold reply, Answer disdainfully, flouting my words: How should the listener at... Poems - Post by : erisynne - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 550

To The Infallible To The Infallible

To The Infallible
("Ionica," 1858, p. 60) Old angler, what device is thine To draw my pleasant friends from me? Thou fishest with a silken line Not the coarse nets of Galilee. In stagnant vivaries they lie, Forgetful of their ancient haunts; And how shall he that standeth by Refrain his open mouth from taunts? How? by remembering this, that he, Like them, in... Poems - Post by : Antonio85 - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 1552

Remember Remember

Remember
You come not, as aforetime, to the headstone every day, And I, who died, I do not chide because, my friend, you play; Only, in playing, think of him who once was kind and dear, And, if you see a beauteous thing, just say, he is not here.(The end)William Johnson Cory's poem: Remember... Poems - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 2705

Lebewohl--words For A Tune Lebewohl--words For A Tune

Lebewohl--words For A Tune
I. With these words, Good-bye, Adieu Take I leave to part from you, Leave to go beyond your view, Through the haze of that which is to be; Fare thou forth, and wing thy way, So our language makes me say. Though it yield, the forward spirit needs must pray In the word that is hope's old token. II. Though the... Poems - Post by : samba - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 641

Mir Ist Leide Mir Ist Leide

Mir Ist Leide
Woe worth old Time the lord, Pointing his senseless sword Down on our festal board, Where we would dine, Chilling the kindly hall, Bidding the dainties pall, Making the garlands fall, Souring the wine.(The end)William Johnson Cory's poem: Mir Ist Leide... Poems - Post by : pathfndr - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 3420

A Song For A Parting A Song For A Parting

A Song For A Parting
I. Flora will pass from firth to firth; Duty must draw, and vows must bind. Flora will sail half round the earth, Yet will she leave some grace behind. II. Waft her, on Faith, from friend to friend, Make her a saint in some far isle; Yet will we keep, till memories end, Something that once was Flora's smile.(The end)William Johnson Cory's poem: Song For... Poems - Post by : RayRG - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 2042

To A Linnet To A Linnet

To A Linnet
My cheerful mate, you fret not for the wires, The changeless limits of your small desires; You heed not winter rime or summer dew, You feel no difference 'twixt old and new; You kindly take the lettuce or the cress Without the cognizance of more and less, Content with light and movement in a cage. Not reckoning hours, nor mortified by age, You bear no penance, you resent no... Poems - Post by : garymc - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 996

A Legend Of Porto Santo A Legend Of Porto Santo

A Legend Of Porto Santo
A time-worn sage without a home, A man of dim and tearful sight, Up from the hallowed haven clomb In lowly longing for the height. He loiters on a half-way rock To hear the waves that pant and seethe, Which give the beats of Nature's clock To mortals conscious that they breathe. The buxom waves may nurse a boat, May well nigh seem to soothe... Poems - Post by : daddy - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 3248

Age And Girlhood Age And Girlhood

Age And Girlhood
A dry cicale chirps to a lass making hay, "Why creak'st thou, Tithonus?" quoth she. "I don't play; It doubles my toil, your importunate lay; I've earned a sweet pillow, lo! Hesper is nigh; I clasp a good wisp, and in fragrance I lie; But thou art unwearied, and empty, and dry."(The end)William Johnson Cory's poem: Age And Girlhood... Poems - Post by : Randal - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 1189

A Song To A Singer A Song To A Singer

A Song To A Singer
Dura fida rubecula, Cur moraris in arbore Dum cadunt folia et brevi Flavet luce November. Quid boni tibi destinât Hora crastina? quid petes Antris ex hiemalibus? Quid speras oriturum? Est ut hospita te vocet Myrtis, et reseret fores, Ut te vere nitentibus Emiretur ocellis. Quod si contigerit tibi, Ter... Poems - Post by : megabucksnow - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 2767

A Serving Man's Epitaph A Serving Man's Epitaph

A Serving Man's Epitaph
A slave--oh yes, a slave! But in a freeman's grave. By thee, when work was done, Timanthes, foster-son, By thee whom I obeyed, My master, I was laid. Live long, from trouble free; But if thou com'st to me, Paying to age thy debt, Thine am I, master, yet.(The end)William Johnson Cory's poem: Serving Man's Epitaph... Poems - Post by : CMartin371 - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 2441

Sappho's Cursing Sappho's Cursing

Sappho's Cursing
Woman dead, lie there; No record of thee Shall there ever be, Since thou dost not share Roses in Pieria grown. In the deathful cave, With the feeble troop Of the folk that droop, Lurk and flit and crave, Woman severed and far-flown.(The end)William Johnson Cory's poem: Sappho's Cursing... Poems - Post by : Margaret_Berman - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 1665

Hersilia Hersilia

Hersilia
I see her stand with arms a-kimbo, A blue and blonde sub aureo nimbo; She scans her literary limbo, The reliques of her teens; Things like the chips of broken stilts, Or tatters of embroidered quilts, Or nosegays tossed away by jilts, Notes, ballads, tales, and scenes. Soon will she gambol like a lamb, Fenced, but not tethered, near the Cam.... Poems - Post by : marvinko - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 2996

To Britomart Musing To Britomart Musing

To Britomart Musing
Classic throat and wrist and ear Tempt a gallant to draw near; Must romantic lip and eye Make him falter, bid him fly? If Camilla's upright lance By the contrast did enhance Charms of curving neck and waist, Yet she never was embraced. She was girt to take the field, And her aventayle concealed Half the grace that might have won... Poems - Post by : dreamcatchers - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 2325

Barine Barine

Barine
Lady, if you ever paid Forfeit for a heart betrayed, If for broken pledge you were By one tooth, one nail less fair, I would trust. But when a vow Slips from off your faithless brow, Forth you flash with purer lustre, And a fonder troop you muster. You with vantage mock the shade Of a mother lowly laid, Silent stars... Poems - Post by : Paul_Neilson - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 1939

Hypermnestra Hypermnestra

Hypermnestra
Let me tell Lydè of wedding-law slighted, Penance of maidens and bootless task, Wasting of water down leaky cask, Crime in the prison-pit slowly requited. Miscreant brides! for their grooms they slew. One out of many is not attainted, One alone blest and for ever sainted, False to her father, to wedlock true. Praise her! she gave her young husband the warning. Praise her for... Poems - Post by : 23mihael - Date : November 2011 - Author : William Johnson Cory - Read : 2734