Thursday, January 1, 2004

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Rating: 3.2

ROMANCER, far more coy than that coy sex!
Perchance some stroke of magic thee befell,
Ere thy baronial keep the Muse did vex,
Nor grant deliverance from enchanted spell,
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Amos Bronson Alcott
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Mahtab Bangalee 10 March 2020

Magician deathless! dost thou vigil keep, Whilst ’neath our pines thou feignest deathlike sleep? /// beautiful poem penned; enjoyable

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Kumarmani Mahakul 10 March 2020

A brilliant poem with lofty theme has been well executed.

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Dr Antony Theodore 10 March 2020

No other chronicler than thee she chose. Magician deathless! dost thou vigil keep, Whilst ’neath our pines thou feignest deathlike sleep? very good poem.

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Ramesh T A 10 March 2020

A painter of great skill is more romantic than coy ever lives though settled as death sleep in spine! A skillful composition of a poem to reckon with sure! Thanks for sharing it here!

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Ratnakar Mandlik 10 March 2019

One of the best poems of Amos Bronson Alcott with the best flight of imagery.

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Khairul Ahsan 10 March 2019

'Whilst ’neath our pines thou feignest deathlike sleep? ' - a nicely concluded poem.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 10 March 2019

One of the best poems of Amos Bronson Alcott................

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Nicole Settimi 10 March 2019

Incredible imagery! Xx NDS

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Julia Luber 10 March 2019

Embedded in complex imagination, somewhat transcendental but gothic.

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Edward Kofi Louis 10 March 2019

In thy own clear prose! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Dr Antony Theodore 10 March 2019

Painter of sin in its deep scarlet dyes, Thy doomsday pencil Justice doth expose, Hearing and judging at the dread assize; a very fine poem. tony

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