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Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood

Osgood, Frances Sargent Locke (1811-1850)

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POEMS
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SACRED POEMS.
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BALLADS AND TALES.
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FLORAL FANCIES.
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SONGS.
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I. “HAPPY AT HOME.”
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II. WHY DON'T HE COME?
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III. TO A DEAR LITTLE TRUANT.
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IV. I LOOKED NOT—I SIGHED NOT.
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V. THEY NEVER CAN KNOW THAT HEART.
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VI. CALL ME PET NAMES, DEAREST.
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VII. COME TO ME, ANSWER.
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VIII. LADY JANE.
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IX. ELLEN ARDELLE.
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X. AZURE-EYED ELOISE.
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XI. LULU.
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XII. CARRY CARLISLE.
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XIII. “BOIS TON SANG, BEAUMANOIR!”
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XIV. COME HITHER, YOU WILD LITTLE WILL-O'-THE-WISP.
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XV. HER HANDS CLASPED IN ANGUISH—HER BLACK EYES BENT LOW.
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XVI. HE DID NOT SAY HE LOVED ME.
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XVII. GAY GIRLS ARE WREATHING.
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XVIII. I CANNOT FORGET HIM.
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XIX. LET HIM GO.
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XX. FOR THEE, LOVE, FOR THEE.
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XXI. I LOVED AN IDEAL.
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XXII. BRAID NOT THE JEWEL.
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XXIII. GO! LET ME PRAY.
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XXIV. HITHER—COME HITHER
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XXV. COME WITH THAT TRUE HEART.
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XXVI. NAY, COME NOT TO ME.
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XXVII. RARE BIRD OF THE WEST.
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XXVIII. OH NO, NEVER DEEM HER LESS WORTHY OF LOVE.
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XXIX. SEMPRE LO STESSO.
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XXX. OH! TELL ME AT ONCE THAT YOU LOVE ME NO MORE.
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XXXI. 'TIS GONE, ALL GONE.
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XXXII. SINCE THOU ART LOST TO ME ON EARTH.
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XXXIII. HE BADE ME BE HAPPY.
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XXXIV. THIS MORN, WHEN AURORA ABOVE THE LAKE BENT.
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XXXV. I KNOW IT—I FEEL IT—HE LOVES ME AT LAST!
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XXXVI. HE MAY GO—IF HE CAN.
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XXXVII. OH! FRAGILE AND FAIR.
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XXXVIII. A MAY-DAY SONG.
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XXXIX. YOU LOVE ME NO LONGER.
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XL. YOU TELL ME I'M A ROVER.
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XLI. TWILIGHT HOURS.
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XLII. AH! DO NOT LET US WORSE THAN WASTE.
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XLIII. LET YOUR SUMMER FRIENDS GO BY.
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XLIV. YOUNG BEAUTY SAILED A SUMMER SEA.
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XLV. I LAUNCHED A BARK.
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XLVI. HAD I ESSAYED, WITH WANTON ART.
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XLVII. THOUGH FRIENDS HAD WARNED THEE.
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XLVIII. I WANDERED IN THE WOODLAND.
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XLIX. PERHAPS YOU THINK IT RIGHT AND JUST.
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L. OUR LOVE WAS LIKE THE LIGHT PERFUME.
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LI. YOU BID ME GIVE BACK SCORN FOR SCORN.
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LII. DOST DEEM MY LOVE SO LIGHT A BOON.
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LIII. GO, THEN, FOR EVER.
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LIV. SHOULD ALL WHO THRONG.
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LV. AND GAYER FRIENDS SURROUND THEE NOW.
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LVI. I KNOW THAT RESTLESS HEART OF THINE.
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LVII. I ASK NO MORE.
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LVIII. THE DEEPEST WRONG THAT THOU COULDST DO.
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LIX. THEY TELL ME I WAS FALSE TO THEE.
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LX. I TURNED FROM THE MONITOR.
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LXI. TO-NIGHT I'LL WEAR AROUND MY HAIR
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LXII. I SAID, THOUGH ALL THE WORLD BESIDE.
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LXIII. YES, IN MY SOUL, WITH FOLDED WING.
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LXIV. I MOURNED THAT TIME TOO SWIFTLY SPED.
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LXV. THEY COME, THE LIGHT, THE WORLDLY COME.
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LXVI. SHE SAYS HER HEART IS IN HER KISS.
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LXVII. IT IS THIS RESTLESS HEART WITHIN.
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LXVIII. SHE COMES, IN LIGHT AERIAL GRACE.
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LXIX. “I KNEW HER IN HER HAPPY YOUTH.”
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LXX. SPEAK, SPEAK TO ME, DARLING.
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LXXI. WOULD I WERE ONLY A SPIRIT OF SONG!
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LXXII. IF I WERE A BIRD THAT SINGS.
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LXXIII. WHEN FORTUNE SMILED.
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LXXIV. THE ARAB AND HIS STEED.
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LXXV. I KNOW A STAR.
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LXXVI. MY HEART IS LIKE THE OCEAN SHELL.
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LXXVII. THE GODS ONE DAY SENT REASON OUT.
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LXXVIII. THE FAIRY IN THE SHELL.
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LXXIX. GOOD-BYE, SWEET DREAM.
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LXXX. ALL JOY, ALL HOPE, GO WITH YOU.
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LXXXI. SHE IS FLITTING LIKE A FAIRY.
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LXXXII. THE BIRD WHOSE SONG IMPASSIONED.
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LXXXIII. THE FETTER 'NEATH THE FLOWERS.
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LXXXIV. FOR THEE I BRAID AND BIND MY HAIR.
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LXXXV. SPEAK NO MORE.
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LXXXVI. WOULD YOU WOO A LADY FAIR.
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LXXXVII. A COLD CALM STAR.
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LXXXVIII. AH CHILDHOOD, SUNNY CHILDHOOD.
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LXXXIX. I HAVE SOMETHING SWEET TO TELL YOU.
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XC. “INTERRUPT” ME, LITTLE DARLING.
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XCI. A DAINTY LYRE WAS LENT TO JOY.
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XCII. ON MISSION PURE, FROM REALMS DIVINE.
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XCIII. GIVE ME BACK MY CHILDHOOD'S TRUTH.
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XCIV. THE WILD WOOD-ROSE.
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XCV. KEEP, KEEP THE MAIDEN'S DOWRY.
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XCVI. DOUBTFUL VOWS.
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XCVII. A PILGRIM HERE, WITH WAITING HEART.
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XCVIII. THEY BID ME SHUN YOUR BLUSH.
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XCIX. IF O'ER YOUR CHEEK THE BLUSH THAT PLAYS.
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C. A CARELESS RILL WAS DREAMING.
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CI. LOW, MY LUTE—BREATHE LOW.
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CII. EULALIE.
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CIII. BENEATH ITALIA'S LAUGHING SKIES.
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CIV. YOUR HEART IS A MUSIC-BOX, DEAREST!
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CV. IN CALM DISDAIN I REND THE CHAIN.
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CVI. AH! WOMAN STILL.
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CVII. SHE LOVES HIM YET.
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CVIII. TO THE SNOW-WREATH WHITE.
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CIX. LEONOR.
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CX. YES, LOWER TO THE LEVEL.
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CXI. I GRIEVE TO LET YOU GO, LULI.
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CXII. I KNOW A NOBLE HEART THAT BEATS.
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CXIII. THE HAND THAT SWEPT THE SOUNDING LYRE.

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XI. LULU.

There's many a maiden more brilliant, by far,
With the step of a fawn, and the glance of a star:
But heart there was never more tender and true,
Than beats in the bosom of darling Lulu!
Her eyes are too modest to dazzle; but, oh!
They win you to love her, if you will or no!
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And when they glance up, with their shy, startled look,
Her soul trembles in them, like light in a brook.
There are bright eyes by thousands, black, hazel, and blue;
But whose are so loving as those of Lulu!
And waves of soft hair, that a poet would vow
Was moonlight on marble, droop over her brow.
The rose rarely blooms through that light, silken maze,
But when it does play there, how softly it plays!
Oh! there's many a maiden more brilliant, 'tis true,
But none so enchanting as little Lulu!
She flits, like a fairy, about me all day,
Now nestling beside me, now up and away!
She singeth unbidden, with warble as wild
As the lay of the meadow-lark, innocent child!
She's playful and tender, and trusting and true,
She's sweet as a lily, my dainty Lulu!
She whispers sweet fancies, now mournful, now bright,
Then deepen her glances with love and delight;
And the slow, timid smile, that dawns in her face,
Seems fill'd with her spirit's ineffable grace.
Oh! the world cannot offer a treasure so true
As the childlike devotion of happy Lulu!
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