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Three hours ; or, the vigil of love : and other poems

Hale, Sarah Josepha Buell (1788-1879)

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[PART I.]
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THREE HOURS; OR, THE VIGIL OF LOVE.
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PART II. POEMS.
  
IRON.
  
PRIZE POEM.
  
THE CHASE OF PLEASURE.
  
STANZAS TO THE MEMORY OF L. E. L.
  
THE EMPIRE OF WOMAN.
  
THE ROSE
  
THE FOUR-LEAVED CLOVER.
  
A THOUGHT IN WINTER.
  
THE DEAD OAK.
  
THE WATCHER.
  
THE LIGHT OF HOME.
  
NOTHING NEW.
  
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I SING TO HIM.
  
AN EVENING REVERIE.
  
THE HISTORY OF THE PLANETS.
  
THE HEART'S FOUNT OF STRENGTH.
  
THE STORM.
  
THE RECORD TREE.
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PART III.
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ALICE RAY.
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CANTO I. ALICE AT HOME.
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CANTO II. THE TEMPTATION.
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CANTO III. THE HAUNTED DELL.
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CANTO IV. THE RETRIBUTION.
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[PART IV.] THE MISSISSIPPI, AND OTHER POEMS.
  
THE MISSISSIPPI.
  
MIDNIGHT MUSINGS
  
THE FIRST SWALLOW.
  
THE TWO MAIDENS.
  
TO THE COMET.
  
BONDS.
  
MY OWN THOUGHTS.
  
IS CHINA OUR NEIGHBOR?
  
THE STRANGER.
  
EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND THIRTY.
  
THE POWER OF MUSIC.
  
THE PILGRIM OF THE WORLD.

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“Better, ay, he'll soon be well—
Saviour-God, I bless thy name!”
Silvery sweet her accents fell,—
From her hearth the blessing came.
Then she rose and gently raised
The pine-knots on the hearth that blazed;
Beneath her touch they burn so bright
Every shadow seems to flee:—
The bed's blue damask canopy,
And a tall, carved chair of ebony,
Stiff as knight in armor dight,
Were strongly painted in the light;—
And strangely mingling with them, stood,
Like humble friends, the bench of wood,
And table, shaped with axe and saw—
On which a silver flagon shone,—
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None of these her notice draw;
The Lady's gaze is turned alone
On a rude shelf filled with books;
Or, as listening for his moan,
On her sleeping boy she looks.
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