. The century illustrated monthly magazine . POES COTTAGE AT T-^ERE lived the soul enchanted By melody of song;Here dwelt the spirit haunted By a demoniac throng;Here sang the lips elated;Here grief and death were satedHere loved and here unmated Was he, so frail, so strong. Here wintry winds and cheerless The dying firelight blewWhile he whose song was peerless Dreamed the drear midnight through,And from dull embers chillingCrept shadows darkly fillingThe silent place, and thrilling His fancy as they grew. Here, with brow bared to heaven,In starry night he stood, With the lost star

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. The century illustrated monthly magazine . POES COTTAGE AT T-^ERE lived the soul enchanted By melody of song;Here dwelt the spirit haunted By a demoniac throng;Here sang the lips elated;Here grief and death were satedHere loved and here unmated Was he, so frail, so strong. Here wintry winds and cheerless The dying firelight blewWhile he whose song was peerless Dreamed the drear midnight through,And from dull embers chillingCrept shadows darkly fillingThe silent place, and thrilling His fancy as they grew. Here, with brow bared to heaven,In starry night he stood, With the lost star of sevenFeeling sad brotherhood. Here in the sobbing showers Of dark autumnal hours He heard suspected powers Shriek through the stormy FOBS COTTAGE AT FORDHAM, From visions of Apollo And of Astartes bliss,He gazed into the hollow And hopeless vale of Dis;And though earth were surroundedBy heaven, it still was moundedWith graves. His soul had sounded The dolorous abyss. Proud, mad, but not defiant, He touched at heaven and found a rare soul pliant

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