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AFFINITY by Florence Earle Coates
ALL are not strangers whom we so misname:
Man's free-born spirit, which no rule can tame,
Careless of time, o'er vasty distance led,
Still finds its own where alien altars flame,
Still greets its own amongst the deathless dead!
Poet, why wilt thou wander far afield?
Turn again home! There, also, Nature sings...
—from "The Mirror"
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By Florence Earle Coates
MINE AND THINE. (1904)
LYRICS OF LIFE. (1909)
THE UNCONQUERED AIR AND OTHER
POEMS. 2 vols. (1916)
PRO PATRIA. (1917) Privately published.
On Matthew Arnold. (1894, 1909)
[Gauvain:] "...Putting everything in equilibrium is good; making everything harmonious is better. Above the scales is the lyre. Your republic doses, measures, and rules man; mine carries him up into the clear sky; that is the difference between a theorem and an eagle."
[Cimourdain:] "You will be lost in the clouds."
[Gauvain:] "And you in mathematics."
When you come in, it seems a brighter fire
Crackles upon the hearth invitingly,
The household routine which was wont to tire
Grows full of novelty.
And sometimes from my shelf of poems you take
And secret meanings to our hearts disclose,
As when the winds of June the mid bush shake
We see the hidden rose.
Come often, friend, with welcome and surprise
We'll greet you from the sea or from the town;
Come when you like and from whatever skies
Above you smile or frown.
By George Du Maurier, author of "Trilby" and "Peter Ibbetson." Oblong 12mo, paper, 50 cents; oblong 12mo, shot-silk cloth, $1.00. CHARLES H. SERGEL COMPANY, 358 Dearborn St., CHICAGO. No 11 Sergel's International Library, March 1895. (unpaginated)
One hundred and sixty of Du Maurier's London society pictures, accompanied with a few words of witty dialogue.