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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. 
1. The Times
 2. 
2. Fancy
 3. 
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
 11. 
[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]
 18. 
[18. The eager vessel flies the broken surge]
 19. 
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—
 22. 
22. On seeing that a favorite tree of the Author's had been cut down—
 23. 
23. The Painter's Lamentation
 24. 
[24. Again the wreathed snow]
 25. 
[25. O Cedar Grove! whene'er I think to part]
 26. 
[26. I sigh not for a stormless clime]
 27. 
[27. Cast off the bands that bind thee now]
 28. 
28. Hope and Trust Spring from the Contemplation of the Works of God
 29. 
29. Evening Thoughts
 30. 
30. Evening Thoughts
 31. 
[31. Though time has sadden'd every thought]
 32. 
[32. Winter had fled into his northern home]
 33. 
33. On hearing of the death of Mr. Reed—
 34. 
34. Lines occasioned by the death of Mr. Luman Reed
 35. 
35. Song of the Spirit of the Mountain
 36. 
[36. The wight who climbs the mountain's gleaming side]
 37. 
37. Written in Autumn
 38. 
[38. Mother! All hallowed word forever bless'd!]
 39. 
[39. On the frore shadow of yon mountain-steep]
 40. 
[40. Thine early hopes are fading, one by one]
 41. 
[41. Thine early Hopes are fading one by one]
 42. 
[42. And shall I halt midway in my career]
 43. 
[43. Thou frail and feeble vine!]
 44. 
[44. I saw a cave of sable depth profound]
 45. 
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]
 50. 
[50. Upon the bosom of the infant year]
 51. 
51. The Dial
 52. 
52. Birdsnest
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[53. Though snows enwrap the mountain's head]
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54. Birthday
 55. 
55. The Summer Days are Ended
 56. 
56. The Summer Days Are Ended
 57. 
57. Written upon an Autumnal Leaf
 58. 
58. On Another
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[59. Like a cloud on the brow of a mountain]
 60. 
[60. This day hath closed another of my years]
 61. 
61. Winds
 62. 
62. [Autumn]
 63. 
63. Autumn
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64. Mt. Etna
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65. Lago Maggiore
 66. 
66. Life's Pilgrimage
 67. 
67. A Sunset
 68. 
68. On a Sunset Sky
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69. Winter
 70. 
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
 74. 
74. The March of Time
 75. 
75. Just before Sunrise
 76. 
76. The Cross
 77. 
77. Alone Yet Not Alone
 78. 
78. A Painter
 79. 
79. Evening
 80. 
80. Life
 81. 
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
 87. 
87. The Lute
 88. 
88. The Man of Pride
 89. 
89. The Mountain Bird
 90. 
90. The Mountain Bird
 91. 
91. To ---
 92. 
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]
 96. 
[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]
 100. 
[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]
 104. 
[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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[49. Why do ye count your little months, your years]

Why do ye count your little months, your years,
Or e'en your ages? They are nought: they are
The measure of your feeble breath, your fears.
Ye are as misers, hoarding up with care
A glittering mass, a cold insensate dust,
That ne'er to spirit can be changed: nor gold,
Nor years are chattles of the soul; they rust,
Or perish: her possession is the trust
In God; the love which tongue hath never told;
And immortality which death shall soon unfold.
December 26, 1839
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