EPIGRAMS
POETRY
She comes like the hushed beauty of the night,
But sees too deep for laughter;
Her touch is a vibration and a light
From worlds before and after.
[Charles E. Markham
POETRY
Poetry? Can I define it, you inquire?
Yes; by your pleasure,
Poetry is Thought, in princeliest attire,
Treading a measure.
[Duffield Osborne
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THE YEAR’S MINSTRELSY
Spring, the low prelude of a lordlier song;
Summer, a music...
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