Music
The might of music, and its mystic fire,
Will from no studied Art alone proceed;
The soul of Orpheus must thrill the lyre,
The breath of Pan must blow the plaintive reed.
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
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Life (Coates 2)
Thou art more ancient than the oldest skies,
But youth forever glances from thine eyes;
Time wars against thee, and consumes thy fires,
Yet, wingèd, thou from ashes dost arise!
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Poetry
One spot of green, watered by hidden streams,
Makes summer in the desert where it gleams;
And mortals, gazing on thy heavenly face,
Forget the woes of earth, and share thy dreams!
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I Know Not How to Find the Spring
I know not how to find the Spring,
Though violets are here,
And in the boughs high over me
The birds are fluting clear;
The magic and the melody,
The rapture—all are fled,
And could they wake, they would but break
My heart, now you are dead.
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Mine and Thine (1904)
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Madonna
He gazed, the little vagrant lad,
On the Madonna's gentle face;
And all his wistful visage sad
Renewed its infant grace:
He gazed, reluctant to depart,
Then kissed her, shyly, as he stood—
Ah, wondrous Art! his lonely heart
But yearned to motherhood!
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Greatness
Midst noble monuments, alone at eve
I wandered, reading records of the dead,—
In spite of praise forgotten past recall;
And near, so sheltered one might scarce perceive,
I found a lowly headstone, and I read
The word upon it: Hawthorne—that was all.
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Conscience
The friend I loved betrayed my trust
And bowed my spirit to the dust.
I keep the hurt he gave, yet know
He was forgiven long ago.
From him I did not merit ill,
But I would bear injustice still,—
Content could years of guiltless woe
Undo the wrong I did my foe.
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A Rose
A single rose in yonder ruined bed
Makes beauty where all beauty else had fled;
Like love, which, careless or of time or death,
About earth's shattered hopes its tendrils wreathing,
Blooms in the wilderness, divinely breathing,
Till all around grows fragrant with its breath.
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Immortal
Life is like a beauteous flower,
Closing to the world at even,—
Closing for a dreamless hour,
To unfold, with dawn, on heaven.
Life is like a bird that nests
Close to earth, no shelter scorning,
Yet, upmounting from her breast,
Fills the skies with song at morning.
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Victory
Peace! for the silver bugles play,
And the glad fifes, with shriller sound;
The drum beats fast, and, far away,
Awakens joy profound.
From dawn unto the setting sun
We battled, and our foes have lost;
O heart, my heart, the day is won,—
Break thou, and pay the cost!
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