At morn — at noon — at twilight dim —Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!In joy and wo — in good and ill —Mother of God, be with me still!When the Hours flew brightly by,And not a cloud obscured the sky,My soul, lest it should truant be,Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;Now, when storms … Continue reading Poem – “Hymn”
Edgar Allan Poe
Poetry – “A Dream”
In visions of the dark nightI have dreamed of joy departed—But a waking dream of life and lightHath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by dayTo him whose eyes are castOn things around him with a rayTurned back upon the past? That holy dream—that holy dream,While all the world were chiding,Hath cheered … Continue reading Poetry – “A Dream”
Poem – “A Dream Within a Dream”
Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow—You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream … Continue reading Poem – “A Dream Within a Dream”
Friday Flotsam: Poe and the Flavors of Decades
1. I revisited Edgar Allan Poe's The Man of the Crowd this week. It's a very short read, and a fine, less-prominent example of the author's particular touch. Poe, so it seems to me, excels most at manifesting human darkness; the twisted nature of mankind taking form in his figures and incidents. In this case, … Continue reading Friday Flotsam: Poe and the Flavors of Decades
Poetry – Yes, It’s THAT One
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door—Only this, and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I … Continue reading Poetry – Yes, It’s THAT One
Poem – “Epigram for Wall Street”
I'll tell you a plan for gaining wealth,Better than banking, trade or leases —Take a bank note and fold it up,And then you will find your money in creases!This wonderful plan, without danger or loss,Keeps your cash in your hands, where nothing can trouble it;And every time that you fold it across,'Tis as plain as … Continue reading Poem – “Epigram for Wall Street”
Serpent's Den 