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Jacqueline (1814)

• Oh ! She was good as she was fair,
  None—none on earth above her!
  As pure in thought as angels are:
  To know her was to love her.
  • I, l. 67-70.
• The good are better made by ill,
  As odours crushed are sweeter still.
  • III, l. 16-7.

Quotes

I Am the Only Being (1836)

• First melted off the hope of youth
  Then Fancy’s rainbow fast withdrew
  And then experience told me truth
  In mortal bosoms never grew
  ‘Twas grief enough to think mankind
  All hollow servile insincere
  But worse to trust to my own mind
  And find the same corruption there

The Night is Darkening Round Me (November 1837)

• The night is darkening round me,
  The wild winds coldly blow;
  But a tyrant spell has bound me
  And I cannot, cannot go.
• The giant trees are bending
  Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
  And the storm is fast descending,
  And yet I cannot go.
• Clouds beyond clouds above me,
  Wastes beyond wastes below;
  But nothing drear can move me—
  I will not, cannot go.

Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee (May 1841)

• Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
  Thou lonely dreamer now?
  Since passion may not fire thee
  Shall Nature cease to bow?
  Thy mind is ever moving
  In regions dark to thee;
  Recall its useless roving —
  Come back and dwell with me —

• I’ve watched thee every hour —
  I know my mighty sway —
  I know my magic power
  To drive thy griefs away —

• Then let my winds caress thee —
  Thy comrade let me be —
  Since naught beside can bless thee
  Return and dwell with me —

The Prisoner (October 1845)

• He comes with western winds, with evening’s wandering airs,
  With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars;
  Winds take a pensive tone and stars a tender fire
  And visions rise and change which kill me with desire.

• But first a hush of peace, a soundless calm descends;
  The struggle of distress and fierce impatience ends
  Mute music sooths my breast — unuttered harmony
  That I could never dream till earth was lost to me.
• Then dawns the Invisible; the Unseen its truth reveals;
  My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels —
  Its wings are almost free, its home, its harbour found;
  Measuring the gulf, it stoops and dares the final bound —
• O, dreadful is the check — intense the agony
  When the ear begins to hear and the eye begins to see;
  When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again,
  The soul to feel the flesh and the flesh to feel the chain.
• Yet I would lose no sting, would wish no torture less;
  The more that anguish racks the earlier it will bless;
  And robed in fires of Hell, or bright with heavenly shine
  If it but herald Death, the vision is divine —

What Use Is It To Slumber Here?

• What use is it to slumber here:
  Though the heart be sad and weary?
  What use is it to slumber here
  Though the day rise dark and dreary?

• For that mist may break when the sun is high
  And this soul forget its sorrow
  And the rose ray of the closing day
  May promise a brighter morrow.

Love and Friendship

• Love is like the wild rose-briar;
  Friendship like the holly-tree.
  The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
  But which will bloom most constantly?

A Little While, a Little While (1846)

• Still, as I mused, the naked room,
  The alien firelight died away;
  And from the midst of cheerless gloom
  I passed to bright, unclouded day.
  • Stanza vi.

• A heaven so clear, an earth so calm,
  So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air;
  And, deepening still the dreamlike charm,
  Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
  • Stanza vii.

To Imagination (1846)

• When weary with the long day’s care,
  And earthly change from pain to pain,
  And lost and ready to despair,
  Thy kind voice calls me back again:
  Oh, my true friend! I am not lone,
  While thou canst speak with such a tone!

• So hopeless is the world without;
  The world within I doubly prize;
  Thy world, where guile, and hate, and doubt,
  And cold suspicion never rise;
  Where thou, and I, and Liberty,
  Have undisputed sovereignty.

• What matters it, that, all around,
  Danger, and guilt, and darkness lie,
  If but within our bosom’s bound
  We hold a bright, untroubled sky,
  Warm with ten thousand mingled rays
  Of suns that know no winter days?

• Reason, indeed, may oft complain
  For Nature’s sad reality,
  And tell the suffering heart, how vain
  Its cherished dreams must always be;
  And Truth may rudely trample down
  The flowers of Fancy, newly-blown:

• But, thou art ever there, to bring
  The hovering vision back, and breathe
  New glories o’er the blighted spring,
  And call a lovelier Life from Death,
  And whisper, with a voice divine,
  Of real worlds, as bright as thine.

• I trust not to thy phantom bliss,
  Yet, still, in evening’s quiet hour,
  With never-failing thankfulness,
  I welcome thee, Benignant Power;
  Sure solacer of human cares,
  And sweeter hope, when hope despairs!

Remembrance (1846)

• Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,
  Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave!
  Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
  Severed at last by Time’s all-severing wave?

• Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
  While the world’s tide is bearing me along;
  Other desires and other hopes beset me,
  Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!

• But when the days of golden dreams had perished,
  And even Despair was powerless to destroy;
  Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
  Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.

Faith and Despondency (1846)

• The winter wind is loud and wild,
  Come close to me, my darling child;
  Forsake thy books, and mateless play;
  And, while the night is gathering grey,
  We’ll talk its pensive hours away;—

Today is the birthday of Edgar de Evia (Edgar Domingo Evia y Joutard; Mérida, Yucatán, Mexico; July 30, 1910 – February 10, 2003 New York City); interiors photographer.

In a career that spanned the 1940s through the 1990s, his photography appeared in magazines and newspapers such as ‘ House & Garden, Look and The New York Times Magazine and advertising campaigns. De Evia also produced commissioned photographic portraits of individuals

Gallery

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  Dovima
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  Sunny Harnett
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  Wilhelmina
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  Ralph Lauren in his office 1978

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  Little Church Around the Corner NYC
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  Little Church Around the Corner NYC

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  de Evia Dining Room Rhinelander Mansion

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  Robert Denning with one of the photographer’s Bugattis
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  Robert Denning and Charles Gibson
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  One of deEvia’s Bugattis with Robert Denning on the back bumper

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  David McJonathan-Swarm 1 WTC uncer construction
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  David McJonathan-Swarm

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  Male nude