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The bird and the bell, with other poems

Cranch, Christopher Pearse (1813-1892)

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[As one who in some cellar crypt has kept]

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THE BIRD AND THE BELL

I.

II.

III.

III.

IV.

V.

VI.

VII.

VIII.

IX.

X.

XI.

XII.

XIII.

XIV.

XV.

XVI.

XVII.

XVIII.

XIX.

XX.

XXI.

XXII.

XXIII.

XXIV.

XXV.

XXVI.

XXVII.

XXVIII.

XXIX.

XXX.

XXXI.

XXXII.

XXXIII.

XXXIV.

XXXV.

XXXVI.

XXXVII.

XXXVIII.

XXXIX.

XL.

XLI.

XLII.

XLIII.

XLIV.

XLV.

XLVI.

XLVII.

XLVIII.

XLIX.

L.

LI.

LII.

LIII.

LIV.

LV.

LVI.

LVII.

LVIII.

LIX.

LX.

LXI.

LXII.

LXIII.

LXIV.

LXV.

THE THREE MUSES.

THE SHADOWED RIVER.

NOVEMBER TREES.

THE FLOWER AND THE BEE.

THE CATARACT ISLE.

IN THE PINE WOODS.

LUNA THROUGH A LORGNETTE.

IN THE PALAIS ROYAL GARDEN.

THE AUTUMN RAIN.

SPIRITS IN PRISON.

THE OLD DAYS AND THE NEW.

THROUGH THE FIELDS TO ST. PETER'S.

THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE.

AL HASSAN'S SECRET.

MY OLD PALETTE.

THE MOUNTAIN PATH.

THE CHANGING YEAR.

SOFT, BROWN, SMILING EYES.

THE DREAM OF PILATE'S WIFE.

THE DISPUTE OF THE SEVEN DAYS.

A THRUSH IN A GILDED CAGE.

UNDER THE SKYLIGHT.

I IN THEE, AND THOU IN ME.

TO THE MEMORY OF MARGARET FULLER OSSOLI.

THE WORKSHOP AND THE BRONZE.

THE EVENING PRIMROSE.

A CHINESE STORY.

A SONG OF HOME.

A SPRING-GROWL.

WAITING BY THE SEA.

LOUIS NAPOLEON.

BY THE SHORE OF THE RIVER.

THE AMERICAN PANTHEON.

IN THE FOREST OF FONTAINEBLEAU.

A DAY OF MEMORIES.

TO A HALF-FRIEND.

A BATTLE OF THE ELEMENTS.

THE CENTURY AND THE NATION.

THE LAY OF THRYM; OR, THE HAMMER RECOVERED.

MICHAEL ANGELO BUONAROTTI.

ON RE-READING TENNYSON'S PRINCESS.

POEMS OF THE WAR.

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III.

Waking from sleep, I heard, but knew not where,
A bird, that sang alone its early song.
The quick, clear warble leaping through the air,—
The voice of spring, that all the winter long
Had slept,—now burst in melodies as strong
And tremulous as Love's first pure delight;—
I could not choose but bless a song so warm and bright.