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Poems by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman

Tuckerman, Frederick Goddard (1821-1873)

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PART II.
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Sonnets.
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[I. That boy,”—the farmer said, with hazel wand]
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[II. Nor idle all, though naught he sees in thine]
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[III. Yes; though the brine may from the desert deep]
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[IV. But Grief finds solace faint in others' ills]
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[V. No shame dissuades his thought, no scorn despoils]
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[VI. No! cover not the fault. The wise revere]
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[VII. His heart was in his garden; but his brain]
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[VIII. Companions were we in the grove and glen]
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[IX. But unto him came swift calamity]
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[X. Thy baby, too, the child that was to be]
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[XI. Still pressing through these weeping solitudes]
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[XII. How most unworthy, echoing in mine ears]
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[XIII. Even as a lover, dreaming, unaware]
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[XIV. The breeze is sharp, the sky is hard and blue]
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[XV. Gertrude and Gulielma, sister-twins]
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[XVI. Under the mountain, as when first I knew]
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[XVII. Roll on, sad world! not Mercury or Mars]
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[XVIII. And Change, with hurried hand, has swept these scenes]
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[XIX. And faces, forms, and phantoms, numbered not]
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[XX. O hard endeavour, to blend in with these]
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[XXI. Last night I dreamed we parted once again]
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[XXII. Put off thy bark from shore, tho' near the night]
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[XXIII. Some truths may pierce the spirit's deeper gloom]
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[XXIV. Each common object, too,—the house, the grove]
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[XXV. Small gossip, whispering at the window-pane]
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[XXVI. Yet from indifference may we hope for peace]
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[XXVII. But the heart murmurs at so harsh a tone]
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[XXVIII. Yet sometimes, with the sad respectant mind]
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[XXIX. How oft in schoolboy-days, from the school's sway]
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[XXX Yet, even mid merry boyhood's tricks and scapes]
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[XXXI. My Anna ! when for thee my head was bowed]
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[XXXII. Oh for the face and footstep! woods and shores]
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[XXXIII. One still dark night, I sat alone and wrote]
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[XXXIV. My Anna! though thine earthly steps are done]
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[XXXV. Nor all of solemn is my thought of her]
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[XXXVI. Farewell! farewell, O noble heart! I dreamed]
  
[XXXVII. As Eponina brought, to move the king]

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[XXXV. Nor all of solemn is my thought of her]

Nor all of solemn is my thought of her:
Though changed and glorified, must there not be
Place still for mirth, and innocent gayety,
And pure young hearts? Or do we gravely err,
And is their happiness too deep for joy?
It cannot be: the natural heart's employ
Pours praise as pure as any worshipper
Lost in his rite; too raptured to be gay!
Yes; and such service in its flight outstrips
The cries of suffering hearts that wail and bleed,
The groans of grief, wrung from some bitter need,
This is the faith I bear; and look indeed
To hear her laugh again,—and feel her lips
Kiss from my brow the heavy thoughts away.
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