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Music waves eternal wands,-- Enchantress of the souls of mortals!

Music waves eternal wands,-- Enchantress of the souls of mortals!

Edmund Clarence Stedman
Music, Soul, Wave
Edmund Clarence Stedman (1869). “The Blameless Prince: And Other Poems”, p.122

The critic's first labor is the task of distinguishing between men, as history and their works display them, and the ideals which one and another have conspired to urge upon his acceptance.

Edmund Clarence Stedman
Acceptance, Men, Tasks
Edmund Clarence Stedman (1885). “Poets of America”

The poet who does not revere his art, and believe in its sovereignty, is not born to wear the purple.

Edmund Clarence Stedman
Art, Believe, Purple
Edmund Clarence Stedman (1885). “Poets of America”

Lo, as I gaze, the statured man, Built up from you large hand appears: A type that nature wills to plan But once in all a people's years.

Edmund Clarence Stedman
Men, Hands, Years

Alas, by what rude fate Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet, Then part forever on their courses fleet.

Edmund Clarence Stedman
Fate, Sea, Rude
Edmund Clarence Stedman (1873). “The Poetical Works of Edmund Clarence Stedman”, p.199

Science has but one fashion-to lose nothing once gained.

Edmund Clarence Stedman
Fashion, Science, Accounts
Edmund Clarence Stedman (1885). “Poets of America”

No, he was no such charlatan-- Count de Hoboken Flash-in-the-Pan-- Full of gasconade and bravado, But a regular, rich Don Rataplane, Santa Claus de la Muscavado, Senor Grandissimo Bastinado! His was the rental of half Havana And all Matanzas; and Santa Ana, Rich as he was, could hardly hold A candle to light the mines of gold Our Cuban owned.

Edmund Clarence Stedman
Light, Gold, Hoboken

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