Poems

September, 1819

September, 1819 . Departing summer hath assumed An aspect tenderly illumed, The gentlest look of spring; That calls from yonder leafy shade Unfaded, yet prepared to […]

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Stanzas

Stanzas ONCE I could hail (howe’er serene the sky) The Moon re-entering her monthly round, No faculty yet given me to espy The dusky Shape within […]

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Stepping Westward

Stepping Westward “What, you are stepping westward?”–“Yea.” —‘T would be a wildish destiny, If we, who thus together roam In a strange land, and far from […]

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The Forsaken

The Forsaken The peace which other seek they find; The heaviest storms not longest last; Heaven grants even to the guiltiest mind An amnesty for what […]

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The Fountain

The Fountain A Conversation We talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We […]

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