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d. 1828 England
Edward Coote Pinkney (October 1, 1802 – April 11, 1828) was an American poet, lawyer, sailor, professor, and editor.
- England
- 19th-century poets
- Poets
Also known as: Edward C. Pinkney, Edward Coate Pinckney, Edward Coate Pinkney, Edward Coote Pinckney, Edward Pinckney, Edward Pinkney
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Her every tone is music's own,
Like those of morning birds,
And something more than melody
Dwells ever in her words.
Look out upon the stars, my love,
And shame them with thine eyes.
The winds are awed, nor dare to breathe aloud;
The air seems never to have borne a cloud,
Save where volcanoes send to heav'n their curl'd
And solemn smokes, like altars of the world.
Italy (1825)
I fill this cup to one made up
Of loveliness alone,
A woman, of her gentle sex
The seeming paragon;
To whom the better elements
And kindly stars have given
A form so fair, that, like the air,
'Tis less of earth than heaven.
Affections are as thoughts to her, the measure of her hours;
Her feelings have the fragrancy, the freshness, of young flowers;
And lonely passions, changing oft, so fill her, she appears
The image of themselves by turns,—the idol of past years!