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Thomas Cole's poetry

the collected poems of America's foremost painter of the Hudson River School reflecting his feelings for nature and the romantic spirit of the Nineteenth Century
Cole, Thomas (1801-1848)

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 1. 
1. The Times
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2. Fancy
 3. 
3. The Vision of Life
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4. To the Moon
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5. Twilight
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[6. The night was calm. Clad in her mantle darkness]
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7. For an Album
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8. Lines on Lake George
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9. To Mount Washington
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10. Niagara
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[11. Alas! he is a wretch who has no home]
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12. Let not the ostentatious gaud of art
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13. Written on my Birthday, Feb. 1, 1830
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14. Written on my Birthday, Feb. 1, 1830
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[15. I see the green Fiesole arise]
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[16. A lonely cloud is flitting round the brow]
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[17. The eager vessel flies the broken surge]
 18. 
[18. The eager vessel flies the broken surge]
 19. 
19. Lines Written after a Walk on [a] Beautiful Morning in November
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[20. Vain is my fondest hope! Alone—alone]
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21. On seeing that a favorite tree of the Author's had been cut down—
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22. On seeing that a favorite tree of the Author's had been cut down—
 23. 
23. The Painter's Lamentation
 24. 
[24. Again the wreathed snow]
 25. 
[25. O Cedar Grove! whene'er I think to part]
 26. 
[26. I sigh not for a stormless clime]
 27. 
[27. Cast off the bands that bind thee now]
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28. Hope and Trust Spring from the Contemplation of the Works of God
 29. 
29. Evening Thoughts
 30. 
30. Evening Thoughts
 31. 
[31. Though time has sadden'd every thought]
 32. 
[32. Winter had fled into his northern home]
 33. 
33. On hearing of the death of Mr. Reed—
 34. 
34. Lines occasioned by the death of Mr. Luman Reed
 35. 
35. Song of the Spirit of the Mountain
 36. 
[36. The wight who climbs the mountain's gleaming side]
 37. 
37. Written in Autumn
 38. 
[38. Mother! All hallowed word forever bless'd!]
 39. 
[39. On the frore shadow of yon mountain-steep]
 40. 
[40. Thine early hopes are fading, one by one]
 41. 
[41. Thine early Hopes are fading one by one]
 42. 
[42. And shall I halt midway in my career]
 43. 
[43. Thou frail and feeble vine!]
 44. 
[44. I saw a cave of sable depth profound]
 45. 
45. Sonnet
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46. The Complaint of the Forest
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47. The Lament of the Forest
 48. 
[48. Oft when o'er Earth is spread the gloomy shade]
 49. 
[49. Why do ye count your little months, your years]
 50. 
[50. Upon the bosom of the infant year]
 51. 
51. The Dial
 52. 
52. Birdsnest
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[53. Though snows enwrap the mountain's head]
 54. 
54. Birthday
 55. 
55. The Summer Days are Ended
 56. 
56. The Summer Days Are Ended
 57. 
57. Written upon an Autumnal Leaf
 58. 
58. On Another
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[59. Like a cloud on the brow of a mountain]
 60. 
[60. This day hath closed another of my years]
 61. 
61. Winds
 62. 
62. [Autumn]
 63. 
63. Autumn
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64. Mt. Etna
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65. Lago Maggiore
 66. 
66. Life's Pilgrimage
 67. 
67. A Sunset
 68. 
68. On a Sunset Sky
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69. Winter
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70. Winter
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71. The Voyage of Life
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[72. These shady groves, these bright blue hills]
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73. The March of Time
 74. 
74. The March of Time
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75. Just before Sunrise
 76. 
76. The Cross
 77. 
77. Alone Yet Not Alone
 78. 
78. A Painter
 79. 
79. Evening
 80. 
80. Life
 81. 
81. Lines occasioned by the death of Miss M. A. W.
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82. Lines suggested by a picture painted by Weir, in which a lady is seen sitting at a window gazing on the sea, whilst a youth at her side is playing the guitar—
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83. Lines Suggested by a Voyage up the Hudson on a Moonlight Night
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84. Lines suggested by hearing Music on the Boston Common at night
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85. Morning
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86. The Burial Ground at Catskill
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87. The Lute
 88. 
88. The Man of Pride
 89. 
89. The Mountain Bird
 90. 
90. The Mountain Bird
 91. 
91. To ---
 92. 
92. To a Lock of Hair—
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93. To CBT
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94. To Spring
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[95. A reminiscence of my perish'd love]
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[96. A reminiscence of departed love]
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[97. A spell comes o'er th' excited soul whene'er]
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[98. How awful was the voice that came to Job]
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[99. How changeful is the cloud that flits along]
 100. 
[100. O Nature my sole mistress unto thee]
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[101. Take me Zephyr on thy wings]
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[102. Thy gloom O twilight suits my soul]
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[103. 'Tis all a dream: our joys, our fears]
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[104. Who breaks the silence of the night]
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[105. Who that hath breathed on mountain top, where winds]

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Lines suggested by hearing Music on the Boston Common at night

Music it was I heard, and music too
Of mortal utterance; but it did sound
Unto my Fancy's ear like that of spirits;
Spirits that dwell within the vasty caves
Near the earth's center—
Silence dwelt around.
Then came soft sounds slowly, with pauses 'twixt
Like sighs of sleepers in deep distant caves
They sank and list'ning silence reign'd again.
Then rose a voice, a single voice but shrill
It rent the sable curtains of the gloom
And pierc'd the confines of each echoing cave,
And ev'ry spirit rais'd his sleepy head
From the cold pillow of the dripping rock—
Again the single voice, rang with a shriller tone,
Each spirit answer'd from his hidden nook—
Some voices came from distant winding cliffs
And sought the ear like angel whisperings.
From the deep arches of the rocky roof
Tones rich as those of heav'n's own trumpets burst.
From out the dark profound abyss arose
Sounds as of earthquake, thunder, or the roar
Of booming cataracts—silence again—
Hark! They have met within the giant hall:
Whose roof is pillar'd by huge mountain tops,
And voices shrill, and deep in concord loudly join.
The heaving harmony sweeps to and fro
Surge over surge and fills the ample place.
Ocean of sound sublime!! The tides contend,
Augment, higher, yet higher; Earth cannot
Contain; it yields—'tis riven—and falling rocks
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And tottering pinnacles join their dread voices
In the tumultuous and astounding roar—
'Tis past. And nought now strikes the waiting ear
Save the soft echoes ling'ring on their way.
Soft! They have ceas'd to whisper, having found
The cave of silence their eternal tomb.
T. C.
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