A BOOK OF EPIGRAMS
GATHERED BY Ralph A. Lyon
EVANSTON William S. Lord 1902
EPIGRAMS
POETRY
She comes like the hushed beauty of the night, But sees too deep for laughter; Her touch is a vibration and a light From worlds before and after.
[Charles E. Markham
POETRY
Poetry? Can I define it, you inquire? Yes; by your pleasure, Poetry is Thought, in princeliest attire, Treading a measure.
[Duffield Osborne
THE YEAR'S MINSTRELSY
Spring, the low prelude of a lordlier song; Summer, a music without hint of death: Autumn, a cadence lingeringly long: Winter, a pause;--the Minstrel-Year takes breath.
[William Watson
THE SUN
All the World's bravery that delights our eyes, Is but thy several liveries; Thou the rich dye on them bestow'st, Thy nimble Pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st.
[Abraham Cowley
FAREWELL
I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved, and next to nature, art. I warm'd both hands before the fire of life: It sinks; and I am ready to depart.
[Walter Savage Landor
LIFE
As a shaft that is sped from a bow unseen to an unseen mark, As a bird that gleams in the firelight, and hurries from dark to dark, As the face of the stranger who smiled as we passed in the crowded street,-- Our life is a glimmer, a flutter, a memory, fading, yet sweet!