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The Fall of the Leaf

And Other Poems. By Charles Bucke ... Fourth Edition
Bucke, Charles (1781-1846)
  
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[dedication]

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THE FALL OF THE LEAF:
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ODE
  
ODE TO JULIA;
  
ODE TO CLAUDE SPENCER, ESQ.;
  
ODE. ROCHEFORD'S RESOLUTION.
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ODE TO HER WHO WILL UNDERSTAND IT.
  
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HYMN TO THE VIRGIN:
  
THE EOLIAN HARP.
  
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THE BRIDESMAID AND THE WATER-SPIRIT.
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I. INSCRIPTION
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II. INSCRIPTION ON AN OAK IN THE NEW FOREST.
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IV. INSCRIPTION FOR A MONUMENT OVER ARTHUR LLEWELLYN.
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XXIII.

As thus in sighs she mourns th' unconscious dead,
The beauteous Bridesmaid droops her aching head;
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Tears down her cheeks, in copious volumes roll,
And sighs unnumber'd from her bosom stole.
—As thus in all the eloquence of woe,
Which words, and sighs, and copious tears can shew,
The nymph bends over him, her bosom burns—
For lo! the colour in his cheek returns!
At first the heart begins to beat;
The hands are next surcharged with heat;
And now his lips begin to shew,
Where glossy beds of pearl do grow.
At length, the youth, his eyelids opening wide,
Beheld a lady weeping by his side!
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