Book contents
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- Introduction
- I from POEMS (based on the 1914 Dent edition)
- 2 Miscellaneous Poems of Later Dates
- 3 A WOMAN'S RELIQUARY
- Uncollected Verses (Printings identified by the following abbreviations)
- Index of Titles
- Index of First Lines
- A The Dowden Library Sale of 1914
- B Books Selected from Additional Auctions (1913–1916)
- Portrait (E.D. from Poems, 1876)
2 - Miscellaneous Poems of Later Dates
- Frontmatter
- Contents
- Introduction
- I from POEMS (based on the 1914 Dent edition)
- 2 Miscellaneous Poems of Later Dates
- 3 A WOMAN'S RELIQUARY
- Uncollected Verses (Printings identified by the following abbreviations)
- Index of Titles
- Index of First Lines
- A The Dowden Library Sale of 1914
- B Books Selected from Additional Auctions (1913–1916)
- Portrait (E.D. from Poems, 1876)
Summary
Published sources attributed in notes and collations—
LHS (1879) Lyra Hibernica Sacra (2nd edn.). Ed. W. MacIlwaine. Belfast: M'Caw, Stevenson & Orr, 1879.
Hibernia (June 1882) Hibernia (Dublin). June 1882 (the second of four issues in all).
PPNC (1891) The Poets and Poetry of the Nineteenth Century. Ed. Alfred H. Miles (1891; rev. London: George Routledge & Sons, 1906).
P1914Edward Dowden. Poems. London and Toronto: J. M. Dent, 1914.
AT THE OAR
I dare not lift a glance to you, yet stay
Ye Gracious Ones, still save me, hovering near;
If music live upon mine inward ear,
I know ye lean bright brow to brow, and say
Your secret things; if rippling breezes play
Cool on my cheeks, it is those robes ye wear
Th at wave, and shadowy fragrance of your hair
Drifted, the fierce noon fervour to allay,
Fierce fervour, ceaseless stroke, small speed, and I
Find grim contentment in the servile mood;
But should I gaze in yon untrammeled sky
Once, or behold your dewy eyes, my blood
Would madden, and I should fling with one free cry
My body headlong in the whelming flood.
THE DIVINING ROD
Here some time flowed my springs and sent a cry
Of joy before them up the shining air,
While morn was new, and heaven all blue and bare;
Here dipped the swallow to a tenderer sky,
And o'er my flowers lean'd some pure mystery
Of liquid eyes and golden-glimmering hair;
For which now, drouth and death, a bright despair,
Shardes, choking slag, the world's dust small and dry.
Yet turn not hence thy faithful foot, O thou,
Diviner of my buried life; pace round,
Poising the hazel-wand; believe and wait,
Listen and lean; ah, listen! even now
Stirrings and mumurings of the underground
Prelude the flash and outbreak of my fate.
SALOME
(BY HENRI REGNAULT)
Fair sword of doom, and bright with martyr blood,
Thee Regnault saw not as mine eyes have seen…
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- Edward Dowden: A Critical Edition of the Complete Poetry , pp. 109 - 151Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2015