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The Sonnets of Frederick Goddard Tuckerman

Tuckerman, Frederick Goddard (1821-1873)

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SONNETS 1860–1872
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Part III
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[Once on a day, alone but not elate]
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[But Nature, in her mood, pushes or pulls]
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[Yet not for him lifts the low weather cloud]
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[Thin little leaves of wood-fern, ribbed and toothed]
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[How well do I recall that walk in state]
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[I looked across the rollers of the deep]
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[O rest divine! O golden certainty]
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[As one turned round on some high mountain top]
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[But into order falls our life at last]
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[Sometimes I walk where the deep water dips]
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[Long Island! Yes! When first my vision swept]
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[“Young Silas Long, a carrier through these woods]
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[“Yes, the dead pines and deersfoot on the ground]
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[An episode: yet with a relish rank]
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[But we are set to strive to make our mark]
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Part IV
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[Still, like a city, seated on a height]
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[But thought, like a mailed archer helmed and tall]
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[And thus the mind by its own impulse deep]
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[Yes, pray thy God to give, whate'er thou art]
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[Yet some there be, believers for the nonce]
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[And two I knew, an old man and a boy]
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[But war his overturning trumpet blew]
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[Nor strange it is, to us who walk in bonds]
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[Here, where the red man swept the leaves away]
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[Hast thou seen reversed the prophet's miracle]
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Part V
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[But Nature where she gives must give in kind]
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[Nor, though she seem to cast with backward hand]
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[And yet tonight, when summer-daylight dies]
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[But man finds means, grant him but place and room]
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[Where will the ladder land? Who knows?—who knows]
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[Licentiate of the schools, with knowledge hot]
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[That night the town turned out and crammed the hall]
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[A garden lodge, shut in with quaintest growth]
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[For these, my friend, were but the foldings fair]
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[A poet's moonshine! Yes, for love must lend]
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[Another. Opposite as sky and lands]
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['Twas granted. But the bitter god of love]
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[A wash of rippling breath that just arrives]
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[And me my winter's task is drawing over]
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[Let me give something!—though my spring be done]
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[Let me give something!—as the years unfold]

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[“Young Silas Long, a carrier through these woods]

“Young Silas Long, a carrier through these woods,
Drove home one night in not the best of moods,
Having just seen a drowned man flung ashore
With a strange feather cap. And once before,
When he was hauling seine in Southold Bay
About this time of year, a seaman's corse
Washed up, with such a cap and such a face,
And it had brought misfortune on the place.
Pondering he drove; when lo, across the way
He saw, too late, that there a body lay,
Felt the wheels tilt but could not stop his horse
Or not at once, then—flinging with a slap
The old cloth cover down he called a cap—
Ran back, ten steps or more, and nothing found . . .
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