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Poems

Channing, William Ellery (1817-1901)

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EDWARD AND MARGARET.
  
MEMORY.
  
DREAMING.
  
AUTUMN ODE.
  
THE EARTH SPIRIT.
  
TO A FRIEND ON HIS MARRIAGE.
  
THE HARBOR.
  
THE NIAGARA FALL.
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THOUGHTS.
 1. 
I.
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II.
  
A POET'S LOVE.
  
GIFTS.
  
THE STARS.
  
THE LOVER'S SONG.
  
SEA SONG.
  
BOAT SONG.
  
REVERENCE.
  
THE SPIDER.
  
THE PICTURE.
  
A SONG OF SPRING.
  
WINTER SONG.
  
HOME.
  
ON RECEIVING SOME DRAWINGS.
  
OUR BIRTH DAYS.
  
WRITTEN IN THE EVENING OF A NOVEMBER DAY.
  
INSCRIPTION FOR A GARDEN.
  
THE LOVER'S FEAR.
  
TO CLIO.
  
THE BENIGHTED TRAVELLER.
  
THE RIVER.
  
THE POOR MAN.
  
STILLWATER.
  
FAREWELL.
  
MOONLIGHT.
  
TO ANNA.
  
THE SIBYL TO HER LOVER.
  
A POET'S HOPE.
  
THE TEMPLE.
  
OCTOBER.
  
THE POOR.
  
FADING AWAY.
  
FOR A WOOD SCENE IN WINTER.
  
UNA.
  
PAST.
  
THE FRIENDS.
  
CONTENT.
  
WRITTEN AMONG THE LENOX HILLS.
  
SONG.
  
TO BESSIE.
  
THE SEA.
  
AUTUMN'S APPROACH.
  
THE ISLAND.
  
DEATH.
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SONNETS.
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I. TO AN IDEAL OBJECT.
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[II. Thou art like that which is most sweet and fair]
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[III. Men change, that heaven above not more]
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[IV. Hearts of Eternity,—hearts of the deep]
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[V. The brook is eddying in the forest dell]
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[VI. There never lived a man, who with a heart]
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VII. THE ETERNAL LANDSCAPE.
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[VIII. I mark beneath thy life the virtue shine]
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[IX. In those bright, laughing days that pierce the fall]
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[X. Earth hath her meadows green, her brooklets bright]
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[XI. I love the universe,—I love the joy]

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[XI. I love the universe,—I love the joy]

I love the universe,—I love the joy
Of every living thing. Be mine the sure
Felicity, which ever shall endure;
While passion whirls the madmen, as they toy,
To hate, I would my simple being warm
In the calm pouring sun; and in that pure
And motionless silence, ever would employ
My best true powers, without a thought's annoy.
See and be glad! O high imperial race,
Dwarfing the common altitude of strength,
Learn that ye stand on an unshaken base;
Your powers will carry you to any length.
Up! earnestly feel the gentle sunset beams;
Be glad in woods, o'er sands,—by marsh, or streams.
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