Some Undergraduate Poems

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE POET'S REMONSTRANCE. (From Faust) Begone and seek thyself another hind Forsooth should poet's highest gift, mankind- Embracing sympathy, by nature lent, Be bowed to thy caprice or wanton notion? Ah, whence his power to rouse emotion? Whence his control of every element? Is't not the harmony which out...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE POET'S REMONSTRANCE. (From Faust) Begone and seek thyself another hind Forsooth should poet's highest gift, mankind- Embracing sympathy, by nature lent, Be bowed to thy caprice or wanton notion? Ah, whence his power to rouse emotion? Whence his control of every element? Is't not the harmony which out his bosom springs, And back into his heart the world entwined brings ? When heedless nature spins to lengths unending The thread upon the spindle bound, When all things in a multitude unblending Discordant 'gainst each other sound, Who strikes the basic chord of all creation, Quickening her ordered ranks to rhythmic dance ? Who calls each unit to the general consecration, Where it resounds in heavenly consonance ? Who bids the tempest rage to angry bosoms, The even-glow to warm in thoughtful minds ? Who scatters all spring's wild and lovely blossoms Where the beloved footpath winds? Who, chaplets of the straying laurel plaiting, Requites with honour's crown each true desert ? Who assures Olympus, the deities placating? The Poet 'tis, with human genius girt. c. E. H. P. EPITAPH, i (One of those written over the slain at Thermopylae. From Herodotus, Book VII., Chap. 228.) Megistias' memory this keeps green, Whom once the Medes cut down, When passing by the reedy banks Of sinuous Spercheion; Prophetic priest, he clearly knew The coming fates ahead, Yet did not offer to desert The captains of the dead. w. s. w. SONNET. (From the Spanish of Las Argensolas.) In truth, Don Juan, I'm ready to admit That Dona Elvira's pink and white complexion Is not her own?one finds on close inspection? Except that her own money purchased it. But one thing you must then confess, to wit, Such is her fraudulent complexio...