Who is Trumbull Stickney
Joseph Trumbull Stickney (June 20, 1874 – October 11, 1904) was an American classical scholar and poet.He was born in Geneva and spent much of his early life in Europe. He attended Harvard University from 1891, when he became editor of the Harvard Monthly and a member of Signet society, to 1895, when he graduated magna cum laude. He then studied for seven years in Paris, taking a doctorate at the Sorbonne. He wrote there two dissertations, a Latin one on the Venetian humanist Ermolao Barbaro, and the other on Les Sentences dans la Poésie Grecque d'Homère à Euripide. The latter is openly indebted to The Birth of Tragedy and to Stickney's study of the Bhagavad Gita under the tutelage of Sylvain Lévi. Stickney's was the first American docteur ès...
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Trumbull Stickney Poems
- Loneliness
These autumn gardens, russet, gray and brown,
The sward with shrivelled foliage strown,
The shrubs and trees
By weary wings of sunshine overflown ... - I Hear A River Thro' The Valley Wander
I hear a river thro' the valley wander
Whose water runs, the song alone remaining.
A rainbow stands and summer passes under.
... - Service
Chide me not, darling, that I sing
Familiar thoughts and metres old:
Nay, do not scold
My spirit's childish uttering. ... - On Some Shells Found Inland
These are my murmur-laden shells that keep
A fresh voice tho' the years be very gray.
The wave that washed their lips and tuned their lay
Is gone, gone with the faded ocean sweep, ... - You Say, Columbus With His Argosies
You say, Columbus with his argosies
Who rash and greedy took the screaming main
And vanished out before the hurricane
Into the sunset after merchandise, ...
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Comments about Trumbull Stickney
- Welfordwrites: on some shells found inland, a poem by trumbull stickney. a sonnet about things found out of place. click the link!
- Poetryoutloud: and tho’ dead be the hours i’ the air, / and dayless the sky, / the heart is alive of the boatman there: / that boatman am i. "in the past" trumbull stickney
- Welfordwrites: on some shells found inland, a poem by trumbull stickney. a sonnet about things found out of place. click the link!
- Mazin_saeed: good-bye, for the pretty leaves are down (the linnet sang in my heart today); the last gold bit of upland’s mown, and most of summer has blown away thro’ the garden gate. (a cuckoo said in my brain: “too late.”) - trumbull stickney, 1874-1904
- Welfordwrites: on some shells found inland, a poem by trumbull stickney. a sonnet about things found out of place. click the link!
