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The Fall of the Leaf

And Other Poems. By Charles Bucke ... Fourth Edition
Bucke, Charles (1781-1846)
  
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[dedication]

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THE FALL OF THE LEAF:
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ODE
  
ODE TO JULIA;
  
ODE TO CLAUDE SPENCER, ESQ.;
  
ODE. ROCHEFORD'S RESOLUTION.
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ODE TO HER WHO WILL UNDERSTAND IT.
  
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HYMN TO THE VIRGIN:
  
THE EOLIAN HARP.
  
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THE BRIDESMAID AND THE WATER-SPIRIT.
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I. INSCRIPTION
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HYMN TO THE MOON.
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The morning lower'd; yet azure skies succeed;
Mantled with volumes of suspending gold,
Known in these rich, cerulean isles alone.
Come! let us fill our wallets: then with line,
Arm'd with two hooks, and bearing on our backs
The rod and basket, to the neighbouring stream
We'll saunter; listen to the bubbling noise,
That tells how fleet the winding waters are:
And then, descending from the meadow's side,
We'll creep beneath yon arching boughs, that shade
The babbling stream; where, fishing for a while,
Soon we will lose all memory of our line
In the sweet page of Walton, or the spells
Of frantic Comus, and the Faerie Queene.
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