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The preface states that the poems claim "nothing on the score of literary or poetic merit" but find their "only interest" in the writer's "peculiar circumstances"—her blindness. How does this distinction invite a reader to approach and evaluate Holmes's work, and what does it imply about the purpose of her poetry?

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The preface distinguishes between literary merit and the "peculiar circumstances" of the writer's life, specifically her blindness [2]. This invites readers to approach Holmes's work not for its poetic qualities, but for the insight it offers into her lived experience as a blind individual [1, 2]. The poems' "only interest" lies in these circumstances, suggesting that the reader's sympathy and consideration for her "humble efforts" are paramount [1].

This distinction implies that the purpose of Holmes's poetry is to share her personal world and feelings, stemming from her blindness, rather than to achieve artistic distinction [2]. The poems are described as a "simple offering to friendship" and a desire "to render some small return to those who have done much... to dispel the gloom" she experiences [2]. They are presented as a means for her to "beguile the hours of its own solitude" [1].

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From the book

feet. Perhaps the only interest attached to the Poems, consists in the peculiar circumstances in the life of the writer. She is blind: "Not to her returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But clouds instead, and ever-during dark ​ Surrounds her, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works." To those who sympathize with the stricken, and do not despise the humble efforts of a spirit seeking to beguile the hours of its…
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For works with similar titles, see Poems . ← Poems ( 1849 ) by Alice Ann Holmes → related portals : Poetry , American literature 4689147 Poems 1849 Alice Ann Holmes ​ POEMS . ​ POEMS . BY. ALICE HOLMES . NEW.YORK: JOHN F. TROW, PRINTER, 49 & 51 ANN-STREET. 1849. ​ THESE POEMS ARE RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE MANAGERS OF THE New-York Institution FOR THE BLIND. ​ PREFACE . The following collection of Poems is a simple offering to friendship, claiming nothing on the score of literary or poetic merit, and owing its appearance before the public solely on the one hand to the solicitations of…
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turned as a solace in her darker hour, directed thereto by a friend, an admirer and cultivator of the art, Miss Jean L. Bruce, then of Jersey City. To the tender care of friends she commends her little book, and the story of her life, trusting that its unpretending character will prove a protection from the pen of criticism, and a good intention atone for many faults. Jersey City, October , 1849. ​ CONTENTS . This work was published before January 1, 1931, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. Public domain Public domain false false
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← Faithful Love Poems by Alice Ann Holmes To the Blind Girl Christmas → 4689173 Poems — To the Blind Girl Alice Ann Holmes ​ The Blind Girl. Could ye but know the blind girl's thoughts, When all around her sleep, As alone she mourns o'er her sad, sad fate, Oh then with her ye'd weep. When bounteous morning's rosy light Comes streaming from the sky, But she remains in darkness still, Oh then with her ye'd sigh. Or when forth she's led by the hand To breathe the open air, And hears her name by others said, With her ye'd offer prayer. Or when gay hearts around her beat In joy from day to day,…
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← Written after leaving the Institution for the Blind Poems by Alice Ann Holmes To an Afflicted Friend Sunday Morning → 4689178 Poems — To an Afflicted Friend Alice Ann Holmes ​ To an Afflicted Friend. Oh, why dost thou mourn for the dead? Though fondest of ties have been riven, The spirit withdrawn from the earth Serenely awaits thee in heaven. Though thou must here linger awhile, Where hope is e'er shaded by fears, The harvest of joy shall they reap Whose seed-time is watered by tears. But oh! if in God be thy trust, How sweet is the promise that's given! The mourner He'll lift from the…
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