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The evangelist, and other poems. Cox, Sandford C. 
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THE
EVANGELIST,
AND OTHER POEMS.

BY

SANDFORD C. COX

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CINCINNATI:
PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR.
R. P. THOMPSON, PRINTER.
1867.

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Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1867,

BY S. C. COX,

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the District of Indiana.

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PREFACE.

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MOST of the poems contained in this little volume were written and published in the newspapers as early as the years 1833 and 1834. Some of them have been republished in books and periodicals, and others appear for the first time in print.

The dates of the composition of several pieces are given for reasons that will appear obvious to the reader, and the dates of others to show their appropriateness at the time of their composition.

I trust the few flowers I have gathered from the foot of Parnassus, will be allowed an humble place with the brighter and more gorgeous chaplets plucked by abler hands from the top of the classic hill.

THE AUTHOR.

AUGUST 14, 1867.

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CONTENTS.

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WHAT IS POETRY?

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VARIOUS definitions have been given of poetry. It has been called the language of passion—the divine art—scintillations of a fruitful and glowing imagination—the mirage of fancy—the love of the bright and beautiful in nature, and in the moral and social world.

Wild flowers blooming in the desert— pearls glittering in ocean caves—the rainbow spanning the heavens after a storm—the aurora borealis streaking the northern sky from the horizon to the zenith with bars of lurid light—the myriads of stars that glow in the nocturnal sky—bright clouds, tinged with gold and purple, that gather around the rising and setting sun, are all full of poetry. Wood-birds with gay plumage caroling amidst green arbors—bees, butterflies, and bright-winged insects reveling in sunlight—meadows page: 8[View Page 8] carpeted with flowers of every lovely tint and delicious fragrance—music with its magic tones, and echo which repeats the sweet harmony—brooks mirroring the landscape, or reflecting the moonbeams as they ripple along through verdant valleys, are subjects of poetry, firing the imagination and gilding the fancy with their inherent charms and brilliancy. Every emotion and impulse of the heart—hope, fear, joy, sorrow—is a fountain of poetry in the human soul. The earthquake and the volcano, whirlwind, and the lightning and the thunder, awaken sublime and terrible emotions in the human bosom, calculated to elicit the most grand and lofty strains of the poet, whose harp is strung in unison with the voice of the tempest that strews desolation in its path.

Poetry was the first language of the nations of the earth. When words were few, and language in a rude state, metaphors and apt figures of speech, taken from physical objects that surrounded mankind, were abundant. The laws, philosophy, learning, and religious ceremonies of the ancients were originally page: 9[View Page 9] written in poetry. Isaiah, Jeremiah, David, Solomon, and the writer of the Book of Job, made poetry the honored vehicle of the sublime and momentous truths of the Bible. Homer, and his great rival, Hesiod, who lived and wrote in the same century with Solomon, recited their poems at the great games, in the presence of assembled Greece. They contended for the palm of poesy in strains which have descended to the present time, and will continue to echo down the cycles of coming ages until
  • "Time shall remove the keystone of the sky,
  • Heaven's roof shall fall, and all but virtue die."

The Arabians and Greeks were the first to construct poetry into metrical numbers. They did so to accommodate music, which they considered as the essence and soul of poetry. Indeed, in all the early nations of the earth, poetry and music were combined, and their union tended to their mutual refinement and elevation. Odes and hymns of various kinds were sung by the bards to their entranced countrymen, who were delighted at the recital of the daring deeds and exalted page: 10[View Page 10] patriotism of their ancestors, who were represented as being on social terms with the gods, who often left their empyreal employments to aid some earth-born hero, who was struggling to kill a sphinx or centaur, or overthrow some tyrant who was trampling upon the liberties of his country.

At first history, philosophy, eloquence, and poetry were all the same. Poetry had not then been divided into the different regular forms, and distinguished as pastoral, elegiac, epic, heroic, didactic, and dramatic. The genius and inspiration of the poet are divine gifts, and not the result of intellectual culture. Homer, the inventor of epic poetry, stands without a rival. Æschylus, Sophocles, and Euripides, who may be regarded as the first dramatic poets, still remain masters of that class of composition. Virgil, Horace, Ovid, Anacreon, and Pindar are names that will ever live in the annals of song. Here we would like to advert to the galaxy of modern poets, in Europe and America, whose immortal numbers will echo down the stream of time until it mingles with the ocean of page: 11[View Page 11] eternity; but the jar and jostle of this actual, bustling, bread-and-butter world admonishes us to come back to terra-firma, and take part in the more practical yet absolutely necessary pursuits of every-day life.

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