Richard Hovey

(1864-1900 / United States)

Richard Hovey Poems

1. A Stein Song 4/12/2010
2. At The Club 4/12/2010
3. Chanson De Rosemonde 4/12/2010
4. College Days 4/12/2010
5. Earth's Lyric 4/12/2010
6. Eleazar Wheelock 4/12/2010
7. Envoy 4/12/2010
8. From “taliesin: A Masque”:Voices Of Unseen Spirits 4/12/2010
9. From “the Birth Of Galahad” : Ylen’s Song 4/12/2010
10. From “the Birth Of Galahad” : Ylen’s Song 4/12/2010
11. Hunting-Song 4/12/2010
12. In Memoriam 4/12/2010
13. Lancelot And Gawaine 4/12/2010
14. Laurana’s Song: For “a Lady Of Venice” 4/12/2010
15. Love In The Winds 4/12/2010
16. Men Of Dartmouth 4/12/2010
17. Squab Flights 4/12/2010
18. The Call Of The Bugles 4/12/2010
19. The Last Love Of Gawaine 4/12/2010
20. The Old Pine 4/12/2010
21. The Quest Of Merlin: A Prelude 4/12/2010
22. The South 4/12/2010
23. The Two Lovers 4/12/2010
24. The Wander-Lovers 4/12/2010
25. Unmanifest Destiny 4/12/2010
26. Sonnets To: Swinburne 4/12/2010
27. To A Friend 4/12/2010
28. Hanover Winter Song 4/12/2010
29. Dante Gabriel Rossetti 4/12/2010
30. Accident In Art 4/12/2010
31. Philosophy 4/12/2010
32. When We Are Dead 4/12/2010
33. The Thought Of Her 1/4/2003
34. Comrades 1/4/2003
35. Dartmouth Winter-Song 4/12/2010
36. At The End Of The Day 1/4/2003
37. John Keats 4/12/2010
38. Kronos 4/12/2010
39. America 4/12/2010
40. The Sea Gypsy 1/4/2003
Best Poem of Richard Hovey

At The Crossroads

You to the left and I to the right,
For the ways of men must sever—
And it well may be for a day and a night,
And it well may be forever.
But whether we meet or whether we part
(For our ways are past our knowing),
A pledge from the heart to its fellow heart
On the ways we all are going!
Here's luck!
For we know not where we are going.

Whether we win or whether we lose
With the hands that life is dealing,
It is not we nor the ways we choose
But the fall of the cards that's sealing.
There's a fate in love and a fate in fight,
And the best of us ...

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The Sea Gypsy

I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on me
And my soul is in Cathay.

There's a schooner in the offing,
With her topsails shot with fire,
And my heart has gone aboard her
For the Islands of Desire.

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