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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No other chronicler than thee she chose. Magician deathless! dost thou vigil keep, Whilst ’neath our pines thou feignest deathlike sleep? very good poem.
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!
One of the best poems of Amos Bronson Alcott with the best flight of imagery.
'Whilst ’neath our pines thou feignest deathlike sleep? ' - a nicely concluded poem.
One of the best poems of Amos Bronson Alcott................
Embedded in complex imagination, somewhat transcendental but gothic.
In thy own clear prose! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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
Magician deathless! dost thou vigil keep, Whilst ’neath our pines thou feignest deathlike sleep? /// beautiful poem penned; enjoyable