Richard Henry Stoddard
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There are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain,
But when youth, the dream, departs,
It takes something from our hearts,
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THE LIFE of man
Is an arrow’s flight,
Out of darkness
Into light,
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ALONG the shore the slimy brine-pits yawn,
Covered with thick green scum; the billows rise,
And fill them to the brim with clouded foam,
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“THERE are gains for all our losses.”
So I said when I was young.
If I sang that song again,
’T would not be with that refrain,
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THERE are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain:
But when youth, the dream, departs,
It takes something from our hearts,
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'Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
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THE ANGEL came by night
(Such angels still come down),
And like a winter cloud
Passed over London town;
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“UNDER the roots of the roses,
Down in the dark, rich mould,
The dust of my dear one reposes
Like a spark which night incloses
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Last night, when my tired eyes were shut with sleep,
I saw the one I love, and heard her speak,—
Heard, in the listening watches of the night,
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This man whose homely face you look upon,
Was one of nature s masterful, great men;
Born with strong arms, that unfought battles won;
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SONGS
HOW are songs begot and bred?
How do golden measures flow?
From the heart, or from the head?
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The poplar tree that guards my house
Looks in on me tonight,
As if it would divide my shade,
Though based itself in light.
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IT is dark and lonesome here,
Beneath the windy eaves:—
The cold, cold ground my bed,
My coverlet dead leaves,
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Through the night, through the night,
In the saddest unrest,
Wrapped in white, all in white,
With her babe on her breast,
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Birds are singing round my window,
Tunes the sweetest ever heard,
And I hang my cage there daily,
But I never catch a bird.
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Day and night my thoughts incline
To the blandishments of wine:
Jars were made to drain, I think,
Wine, I know, was made to drink.
...
Still and dark along the sea
Sumter lay;
A light was overhead,
As from burning cities shed,
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Richard Henry Stoddard Biography
Richard Henry Stoddard was an American critic and poet. He was born on July 2, 1825, in Hingham, Massachusetts. His father, a sea-captain, was wrecked and lost on one of his voyages while Richard was a child, and the lad went in 1835 to New York City with his mother, who had married again. He attended the public schools of that city. He became a blacksmith and later an iron moulder, reading much poetry at the same time. In 1849 he gave up his industrial trades and began to write for a living. He contributed to the Union Magazine, the Knickerbocker Magazine, Putnam's Monthly Magazine and the New York Evening Post. In 1853 Nathaniel Hawthorne helped him to secure the appointment of inspector of customs of the Port of New York. He kept this job until 1870. From 1870 to 1873, he was confidential clerk to George B. McClellan in the New York dock department, and from 1874 to 1875 city librarian of New York. He was literary reviewer for the New York World (1860–1870); one of the editors of Vanity Fair; editor of the Aldine (1869–1874), and literary editor of the Mail and the Mail and Express (1880–1903). He died in New York on May 12, 1903. More important than his critical was his poetical work, which at its best is sincere, original and marked by delicate fancy, and felicity of form; and his songs have given him a high and permanent place among American lyric poets.)
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It Never Comes Again
There are gains for all our losses,
There are balms for all our pain,
But when youth, the dream, departs,
It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.
We are stronger, and are better,
Under manhood's sterner reign;
Still we feel that something sweet
Followed youth, with flying feet,
And will never come again.
Something beautiful is vanished,
And we sigh for it in vain;
We behold it everywhere,
On the earth, and in the air,
But it never comes again.
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