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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. The Times
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2. Fancy
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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]
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[18. The eager vessel flies the broken surge]
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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—
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23. The Painter's Lamentation
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[24. Again the wreathed snow]
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[25. O Cedar Grove! whene'er I think to part]
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[26. I sigh not for a stormless clime]
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[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
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29. Evening Thoughts
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30. Evening Thoughts
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[31. Though time has sadden'd every thought]
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[32. Winter had fled into his northern home]
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33. On hearing of the death of Mr. Reed—
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34. Lines occasioned by the death of Mr. Luman Reed
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35. Song of the Spirit of the Mountain
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[36. The wight who climbs the mountain's gleaming side]
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37. Written in Autumn
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[38. Mother! All hallowed word forever bless'd!]
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[39. On the frore shadow of yon mountain-steep]
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[40. Thine early hopes are fading, one by one]
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[41. Thine early Hopes are fading one by one]
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[42. And shall I halt midway in my career]
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[43. Thou frail and feeble vine!]
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[44. I saw a cave of sable depth profound]
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45. Sonnet
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46. The Complaint of the Forest
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47. The Lament of the Forest
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[48. Oft when o'er Earth is spread the gloomy shade]
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[49. Why do ye count your little months, your years]
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[50. Upon the bosom of the infant year]
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51. The Dial
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52. Birdsnest
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[53. Though snows enwrap the mountain's head]
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54. Birthday
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55. The Summer Days are Ended
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56. The Summer Days Are Ended
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57. Written upon an Autumnal Leaf
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58. On Another
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[59. Like a cloud on the brow of a mountain]
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[60. This day hath closed another of my years]
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61. Winds
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62. [Autumn]
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63. Autumn
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64. Mt. Etna
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65. Lago Maggiore
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66. Life's Pilgrimage
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67. A Sunset
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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
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74. The March of Time
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75. Just before Sunrise
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76. The Cross
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77. Alone Yet Not Alone
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78. A Painter
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79. Evening
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80. Life
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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
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88. The Man of Pride
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89. The Mountain Bird
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90. The Mountain Bird
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91. To ---
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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]
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[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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56

14.
Written on my Birthday, Feb. 1, 1830

Into the deep of the eternal past
Another year is sunk and what alas!
Is saved from the wreck, but recollections dim
Of unripe joys, of fears and hopes as vague
And evanescent as the morning mists.
Another year is past, where are the joys
Hope had enwreathed around the year like flowers
Last Natal day? Loved shadows they are fled.
O fickle Fortune—as the rainbow decked
Like it, forever flying when pursued.
Unjust! How oft into the lap of Sloth
Thy treasures rich are cast. And thou bright Fame,
The star that o'er the mountains and the sea
Through beating storms have led me, and at night
When wearied nature has demanded sleep
Hath waked me up to gaze on thee—How cold
Thy glittering beams! How distant is thy sphere!
Did ever lover with so chaste a flame,
And so devoted, meet such ill success.
Ye children of my fancy and my care
Neglected and despised and careless cast
Into the shade unmarked amid the crowd
That have a name, or gaudy, force the gaze
And wonder of the ignorant and light;
Are ye devoid of beauty? Can no eye
Delight in you but mine. Ah perhaps too fond
My fancy pictures gorgeous scenes and desires
They on the canvas glow and live where nought
But labored insipidity exists.
How oft the voice of praise breaks o'er work,
More fortunate than mine and there descants
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How skilfully the art hath mimicked nature
How every tent and form is beautiful and true,
Then pass me by as though I ne'er had drunk
One draught at the great universal spring—
Ye mountains, woods and rocky, impetuous streams
Ye wide spread heavens! Speak O speak for me!
Have I not held communion close with you
And like to one who is enamoured, gazed
Intensely on your ever varying charms;
And has it been in vain?
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