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 |
1. |
2. |
3. |
4. |
5. |
6. |
7. |
8. |
9. |
10. |
11. |
12. |
13. |
14. |
15. |
16. |
17. |
18. |
19. |
20. |
21. |
22. |
23. |
24. |
25. |
26. |
27. |
28. |
29. |
30. |
31. |
32. |
33. |
34. |
35. |
36. |
37. |
38. |
39. |
40. |
41. |
42. |
43. |
44. |
45. |
46. |
47. |
48. |
49. |
50. |
51. |
52. |
53. |
54. |
55. |
56. |
57. |
58. |
59. |
60. |
61. |
62. |
63. |
64. |
65. |
66. |
67. |
68. |
69. |
70. |
71. |
72. |
73. |
74. |
75. |
76. |
77. |
78. |
79. |
80. |
81. |
82. |
83. |
84. |
85. |
86. |
87. |
88. |
89. |
90. |
91. |
92. |
93. |
94. |
95. |
96. | [96. A reminiscence of departed love] |
97. |
98. |
99. |
100. |
101. |
102. |
103. |
104. |
105. |
Thomas Cole's poetry | ||
193
[96. A reminiscence of departed love]
A reminiscence of departed love
Shone softly o'er my mind
It came like moonlight on the grove;
Or music on the wind:
It had a sweet regretful power
Like fragrance from a withered flower.
Shone softly o'er my mind
It came like moonlight on the grove;
Or music on the wind:
It had a sweet regretful power
Like fragrance from a withered flower.
Ye visitations from the fading past—
Spirits of departed joys!
When gloom and sadness overcast
Then to my soul arise,
And be like sunshine on the grave
Of hopes I reared but could not save—
Come as the twilight of the day
Whose splendor now is past away.
Spirits of departed joys!
When gloom and sadness overcast
Then to my soul arise,
And be like sunshine on the grave
Of hopes I reared but could not save—
Come as the twilight of the day
Whose splendor now is past away.
Thomas Cole's poetry | ||