Edward Coote Pinkney

thumb|right|225px| Edward Coote Pinkney (October 1, 1802 – April 11, 1828) was an American poet, lawyer, sailor, professor, and editor. Quotes I fill this cup to one made upOf loveliness alone,A woman, of her gentle sexThe seeming paragon;To whom the better elementsAnd kindly stars have givenA form so fair, that, like the air,'Tis less of earth than heaven. A Health, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Her every tone is music's own,Like those of morning birds,And something more than melodyDwells ever in her words. A Health, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Look out upon the stars, my love, And shame them with thine eyes. A Serenade, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). The sportive hopes that used to chase their shifting shadows on,Like children playing in the sun, are gone—for ever gone;And on a careless, sullen peace, my double-fronted mind,Like Janus, when his gates are shut, looks forward and behind.Apollo placed his harp, of old, awhile upon a stone,Which has resounded since, when struck, a breaking harp string's tone;And thus my heart, though wholly now from early softness free,If touch'd, will yield the music yet, it first received of thee. A Picture Song. 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'dAnd solemn smokes, like altars of the world. Italy (1825). External links Edward Coote Pinkney poems at Poets' Corner Category:Poets from England Category:Poets from the United States Category:19th-century poets from the United States Category:1828 deaths