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Clinton Scollard
Clinton Scollard (1860–1932) was an American poet and writer known for his lyrical and romantic verse. He was a professor of English at Hamilton College and wrote prolifically, publishing numerous volumes of poetry and travel literature. Some of his notable works include "The Hills of Song" and "Giovanni and the Other." Scollard's poetry often reflected themes of nature, love, and classical subjects, making him a well-regarded figure in early 20th-century American literature.
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[p 3] MUCKROSStnight there came unto MacCarthy MoreA hooded vision with a voice that said,“Go thou straightway and raise a house to GodUpon the spot where stands the Rock of Song!”So with the golden lifting of the dawnUpsprang the chieftain and loud called his kerns,And bade them seek the Rock. For many a dayThey roved the sweeping meads and fens and fellsIn fruitless search, and ever forth...
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SEA MARVELS This morning more mysterious seems the sea Than yesterday when, with reverberant roar, It charged upon the beaches, and the sky Above it shimmered cloudless. Now the waves Lap languorously along the foamless sand, And till the far horizon swims in mist. Out of this murk, across this oily sweep, Might lost armadas grandly sail to shore; Jason might oar on Argo, or...
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