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Title: Shrines old and new, and other poems
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Farmer, Thomas Devey Jermyn
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Publisher: Toronto W. Briggs
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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;Whose crafty persons perish in a floodOf their own craft; nor do his rogues elude That law of compensation which frustratesTheir evil deeds, condemns their turpitude; Whose every character his brain creates The justice of Gods providence well vindicates. 63 SHRINES OLD AND NEW LXIII. He held the scales of Justice equally, Becoming the character he portrayd;Nowhere yet everywhere his sympathy; He rose above all imitations aid. Each individual personage was madeBy him to live in the imagined scene. Poetry, passion, humor—all these playdWith him their part, nor did self intervene,As others works are spoild when Ego comesbetween. LXIV. Who stood so high above all other men. On geniuss lofty pinnacle;A Sophocles returned to earth again To bind mens thoughts to his commanding will; Into decadent drama to instilNew life and light, in imagery to climb Uncheckd to visions boundless cloud-toppd hill;Whose mighty mind, whose attributes sublimeAnnihilated space and spanned the seas of time. 64
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00M a 1) C/3 be 33 o H SHRINES OLD AND NEW I.XV. Quickly we sped along, often too fast, Past lovely park surrounding ancient seat;By clock-towerd church built in the reverent past; By yew and beech of noblemens retreat. Of all these objects which the motorist greetHe takes in but a few, he misses more, And, hurried on, longs for the obsolete—The good old easy-going coach and four,And the slow creeping travel of the days of yore. LXVI. Bridgnorth! a Queen upon her rocky throne, She stands mong Englands other towns unique In eminence and outline all her own. Nature hath almost played with her a freak.Baring those red cliffs, rising gaunt and bleak. Where stands her leaning castle, now a wreck.Of her as like Jerusalem some speak; I likened her as, gazing from some deck, One views high up the battlements of old Quebec. ^ SHRINES OLD AND NEW IvXVII. Behold the vale of Severn from the edgeOf castle hill, stretching for miles around. One casts the eye from Bridgnorths red-cliffed ledgeOer

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