Poems by John L. (John Lawson) Stoddard
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Whose desert-surface, petrified like thee,
Gleams white with sails of many an Arab fleet: Whose tawny billows, surging with the storm, Break on thy flanks, and overleap thy form; Majestic Sphinx! Eternal Sphinx! The Pyramids are thine; Their giant summits guard thee night and day, On thee they look when stars in splendor shine, Or while around their crests the sunbeams play: Thine own coevals, who with thee remain Colossal Genii of the boundless plain! Eternal Sphinx! YOUTH AND AGE "I will gain a fortune," the young man cried; "For Gold by the world is deified; Hence, whether the means be foul or fair, I will make myself a millionaire, My single talent shall grow to ten!" But an old man smiled, and asked "And then?" "A peerless beauty," the young man said, "Shall be the woman I choose to wed. And men shall envy me my prize, |
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