Frederic Lawrence Knowles Poems

Helen's lips are drifting dust;
Ilion is consumed with rust;
All the galleons of Greece
Drink the ocean's dreamless peace;
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These are the best of him,
Pathos and jest of him;
Earth holds the rest of him.
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ROUGH pasture where the blackberries grow!—
It bears upon its churlish face
No sign of beauty, art, or grace;
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Thou dreamer with the million moods,
Of restless heart like me,
Lay thy white hands against my breast
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SUCH hints as untaught Nature yields!
The calm disorder of the sea,
The straggling splendor of the fields,
The wind’s gay incivility.
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Nature, in thy largess, grant
I may be thy confidant!
Taste who will life's roadside cheer
(Though my heart doth hold it dear -
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