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The vision of Cortes, Cain, and other poems

Simms, William Gilmore (1806-1870)

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THE VISION OF CORTES.
  
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III.
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VIII.
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XIII.
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XVIII.
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XXX.
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XXXI.
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XXXIII.
  
CAIN.
  
ASHLEY RIVER.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
  
THE STARS.
  
STANZAS TO IDA.
  
DIRGE OF THE LEAVES.
  
THE LAST LEAF.
  
STANZAS TO IDA.
  
TO THE SAME.
  
TO THE SAME.
  
STANZAS.
  
TO THYRZA.
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SONNETS.
  
[Come down, ye dark brow'd ministers of thought]
  
[Can I not lay me down, at once, and die?]
  
[Thou wilt remark my fate, when I am dead]
  
[Ambition owns no friend—yet be thou mine]
  
[To-morrow, I shall have no charge in life]
  
[The barque is ready, for your carriage hence]
  
[Ay, I have heard enough]
  
[Last night, the moon shone suddenly in streams]
  
[It was a picture of much loveliness]
  
[My child, my beautiful child, when I am gone]
  
[I saw it in my dream. O! could I task]
  
[Thou hast enamor'd me of woodland scenes]
  
[Ah! me, that sleeping, like Endymion]
  
[Moonlight is down among the pleasant hills]
  
[Sweetness, and gamesome images, surround]
  
[Come, sit thee down beside me—I would rest]
  
[The spirits that do dress the flow'rs with dew]
  
[I think, good shepherd, you did dream of this]
  
FAREWELL TO IDA.

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TO THYRZA.

I.

Forgive me, if my looks are sad,
When thou art free from aught like wo,
I would be, if I could be glad,
And thou, alone, can'st make me so.

II.

Let but thy cheek be pale awhile,
And dim thine eye, and cloud thy mien,
And let thy lip forbear to smile,
And be as sad, as I have been!
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