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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE TWILIGHT HOUR, by MARIA JAMES First Line: The hues of parting day Last Line: Are lost in one eternal day. | |||
THE hues of parting day Are fading in the west, And now the twilight gray Invites the swain to rest; A welcome pause, a moment given To lift the thoughts from earth to heaven. Now memory wakes the grief, The joys long, long gone by; Nor heeds the rustling leaf The breeze's gentle sigh: Dreams of the past, that come with power To haunt us at the twilight hour. Rise, grov'ler! stay no more, But stretch thy feeble wings, And strive by faith to soar Above terrestrial things; Where morn, and noon, and twilight gray, Are lost in one eternal day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT IS POETRY? by MARIA JAMES BEFORE A STATUE OF ACHILLES by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE WRECK OF THE DEUTSCHLAND by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER CHRISTUS CONSOLATOR by ROSSITER WORTHINGTON RAYMOND THE LADY OF SHALOTT by ALFRED TENNYSON CUSTER'S LAST CHARGE [JUNE 25, 1876] by FREDERICK WHITTAKER THE MOTHERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE COMPLAINT OF POETIE, FOR THE DEATH OF LIBERALITE by RICHARD BARNFIELD URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE THIRD CANTO, OR FULL MOON by WILLIAM BASSE |
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