Lloyd Mifflin: Poet and Painter of the SusquehannaLloyd Mifflin (1846-1921), of Columbia, PA, has been better known as a poet than as a painter. His verse was praised in his lifetime by English & American critics, & he was even acclaimed as ¿America¿s Greatest Sonneteer.¿ Mifflin insisted, however, that he was at heart a painter; but he sold few pictures. The exhibition of his paintings in April 1965 marked the first occasion on which his work had been shown publicly. The canvases which were shown are but a small part of the Wm. Penn Museum¿s collection of Mifflin¿s works: drawings, watercolors, & oils, 14 volumes of his published books, & a number of manuscripts. This catalog provides a brief introduction, not just to the poet Lloyd Mifflin, nor even the painter, but to the whole man. Illustrations. |
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Page 25 - Through countless aeons hopelessly forlorn, Out to the very utmost verge and bourne, God at the. last, reluctant, made the sun. He loved His darkness still, for it was old; He grieved to see His eldest child take flight ; And when His Fiat Lux the death-knell tolled, As the doomed Darkness backward by Him rolled, He snatched a remnant flying into light And strewed it with the stars, and called it Xight Lloyd Mijflin HYMN TO THE NIGHT ' '"'•' . ,..-,•) I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night.
Page 12 - They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair; If I try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere.
Page 25 - REWARD lies in the work, not in the eye Nor voice of critic. Whether on the mart, Or on the Heliconian hills apart, Toil at thy temples builded in the sky. Dreams are in sooth the only verity. The world with scorn may lacerate thy heart — Insult with praise too late. Delve at thine Art: Beauty shall never unremembered die. The sculptor, unillustrious and alone, Pent in the still reclusion of his room, Carves, through the vexed vicissitude of years, Some marvel in Carrara ; but the stone Men heed...
Page 7 - I drain a thousand streams, yet still I seek To lose myself within the Chesapeake In reedy inlets of the Indian bay.
Page 26 - YEA, I will build a tower on every crest Where we two stood together in love's pride, So that the River, flowing grandly wide, May still remember where your feet have pressed! These peaks shall not forget you, but attest Your beauty on the mountains, and the tide — Where the bent currents near the boulders glide — Murmur of you when crimsoned by the West. The wild swans, flying south, shall swerve more low And by these landmarks reach the reedy sea ; The eagle near shall poise in azure air; Men...
Page 26 - ... tower on every crest Where we two stood together in love's pride, So that the River, flowing grandly wide, May still remember where your feet have pressed! These peaks shall not forget you, but attest Your beauty on the mountains, and the tide — Where the bent currents near the boulders glide — Murmur of you when crimsoned by the West. The wild swans, flying south, shall swerve more low And by these landmarks reach the reedy sea ; The eagle near shall poise in azure air; Men now unborn, and...
Page 12 - Mmith-Thurm, or Tower of Customs, and it was erected in the middle ages for levying tolls. The ruins have been converted into a watch-tower, whence signals are made to steamers descending the river, which are here required to slacken speed when vessels are proceeding in the contrary direction. (r...
Page 25 - BUILD THOU THY TEMPLES REWARD lies in the work, not in the eye Nor voice of critic. Whether on the mart, Or on the Heliconian hills apart, Toil at thy temples builded in the sky. Dreams are in sooth the only verity. The world with scorn may lacerate thy heart — Insult with praise too late. Delve at thine Art: Beauty shall never unremembered die.