STOICAL POEMS

Heyoka Wacipee, The Giant's Dance

The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,
The spirits walk in the realms of air
With their glowing faces and flaming hair,
And the shrill, chill winds o'er the prairies blow.
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Hanford Lennox Gordon

The Daguerreotype

This, then, is she,
My mother as she looked at seventeen,
When she first met my father. Young incredibly,
Younger than spring, without the faintest trace
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William Vaughn Moody

Madeline

O lady! if, until this hour,
I've gazed in those bewildering eyes,
Yet never owned their touching power,
But when thou couldst not hear my sighs;
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Henry Timrod

Heyoka Wacipee'the Giant's Dance

The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,
The spirits walk in the realms of air
With their glowing faces and flaming hair,
And the shrill, chill winds o'er the prairies blow.
.....

Hanford Lennox Gordon

Grant At Rest-- August 8, 1885

Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wide forest, and held no
path but as wild adventure led him... And he returned and came again to his
horse, and took off his saddle and his bridle, and let him pasture; and
unlaced his helm, and ungirdled his sword, and laid him down to sleep upon
.....

James Whitcomb Riley

At Last

A dark, tempestuous night; the stars shut in
With shrouds of fog; an inky, jet-black blot
The firmament; and where the moon has been
An hour agone seems like the darkest spot.
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James Whitcomb Riley

The Lament Of Tasso

I.
Long years!--It tries the thrilling frame to bear
And eagle-spirit of a child of Song--
Long years of outrage, calumny, and wrong;
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George Gordon Byron

The Stoic

I smirk, face of grin like a Cheshire cat
I got me a fool's Paradise, to stem my hope
Agony bade me hails, and I as ail as an Eccedentesiast
Culpable of pain and grief, let me not sigh to the Globe
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Aramide Opeolu

Last Moment With Her

On her sick bed
She held me tight with her soft hand
“lend me your ears”
She taciturn.
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Ayoade Sulaimon Oriyomi

Grant. At Rest - August 8, 1885

Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wide forest, and held no path but as wild adventure led him... And he returned and came again to his horse, and took off his saddle and his bridle, and let him pasture; and unlaced his helm, and ungirdled his sword, and laid him down to sleep upon his shield before the cross. - Age of Chivalary

Grant

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James Whitcomb Riley