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Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood

Osgood, Frances Sargent Locke (1811-1850)

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POEMS
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SACRED POEMS.
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BALLADS AND TALES.
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FLORAL FANCIES.
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SONGS.
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I. “HAPPY AT HOME.”
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II. WHY DON'T HE COME?
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III. TO A DEAR LITTLE TRUANT.
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IV. I LOOKED NOT—I SIGHED NOT.
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V. THEY NEVER CAN KNOW THAT HEART.
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VI. CALL ME PET NAMES, DEAREST.
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VII. COME TO ME, ANSWER.
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VIII. LADY JANE.
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IX. ELLEN ARDELLE.
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X. AZURE-EYED ELOISE.
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XI. LULU.
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XII. CARRY CARLISLE.
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XIII. “BOIS TON SANG, BEAUMANOIR!”
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XIV. COME HITHER, YOU WILD LITTLE WILL-O'-THE-WISP.
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XV. HER HANDS CLASPED IN ANGUISH—HER BLACK EYES BENT LOW.
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XVI. HE DID NOT SAY HE LOVED ME.
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XVII. GAY GIRLS ARE WREATHING.
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XVIII. I CANNOT FORGET HIM.
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XIX. LET HIM GO.
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XX. FOR THEE, LOVE, FOR THEE.
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XXI. I LOVED AN IDEAL.
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XXII. BRAID NOT THE JEWEL.
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XXIII. GO! LET ME PRAY.
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XXIV. HITHER—COME HITHER
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XXV. COME WITH THAT TRUE HEART.
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XXVI. NAY, COME NOT TO ME.
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XXVII. RARE BIRD OF THE WEST.
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XXVIII. OH NO, NEVER DEEM HER LESS WORTHY OF LOVE.
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XXIX. SEMPRE LO STESSO.
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XXX. OH! TELL ME AT ONCE THAT YOU LOVE ME NO MORE.
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XXXI. 'TIS GONE, ALL GONE.
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XXXII. SINCE THOU ART LOST TO ME ON EARTH.
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XXXIII. HE BADE ME BE HAPPY.
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XXXIV. THIS MORN, WHEN AURORA ABOVE THE LAKE BENT.
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XXXV. I KNOW IT—I FEEL IT—HE LOVES ME AT LAST!
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XXXVI. HE MAY GO—IF HE CAN.
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XXXVII. OH! FRAGILE AND FAIR.
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XXXVIII. A MAY-DAY SONG.
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XXXIX. YOU LOVE ME NO LONGER.
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XL. YOU TELL ME I'M A ROVER.
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XLI. TWILIGHT HOURS.
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XLII. AH! DO NOT LET US WORSE THAN WASTE.
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XLIII. LET YOUR SUMMER FRIENDS GO BY.
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XLIV. YOUNG BEAUTY SAILED A SUMMER SEA.
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XLV. I LAUNCHED A BARK.
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XLVI. HAD I ESSAYED, WITH WANTON ART.
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XLVII. THOUGH FRIENDS HAD WARNED THEE.
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XLVIII. I WANDERED IN THE WOODLAND.
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XLIX. PERHAPS YOU THINK IT RIGHT AND JUST.
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L. OUR LOVE WAS LIKE THE LIGHT PERFUME.
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LI. YOU BID ME GIVE BACK SCORN FOR SCORN.
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LII. DOST DEEM MY LOVE SO LIGHT A BOON.
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LIII. GO, THEN, FOR EVER.
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LIV. SHOULD ALL WHO THRONG.
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LV. AND GAYER FRIENDS SURROUND THEE NOW.
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LVI. I KNOW THAT RESTLESS HEART OF THINE.
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LVII. I ASK NO MORE.
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LVIII. THE DEEPEST WRONG THAT THOU COULDST DO.
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LIX. THEY TELL ME I WAS FALSE TO THEE.
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LX. I TURNED FROM THE MONITOR.
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LXI. TO-NIGHT I'LL WEAR AROUND MY HAIR
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LXII. I SAID, THOUGH ALL THE WORLD BESIDE.
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LXIII. YES, IN MY SOUL, WITH FOLDED WING.
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LXIV. I MOURNED THAT TIME TOO SWIFTLY SPED.
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LXV. THEY COME, THE LIGHT, THE WORLDLY COME.
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LXVI. SHE SAYS HER HEART IS IN HER KISS.
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LXVII. IT IS THIS RESTLESS HEART WITHIN.
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LXVIII. SHE COMES, IN LIGHT AERIAL GRACE.
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LXIX. “I KNEW HER IN HER HAPPY YOUTH.”
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LXX. SPEAK, SPEAK TO ME, DARLING.
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LXXI. WOULD I WERE ONLY A SPIRIT OF SONG!
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LXXII. IF I WERE A BIRD THAT SINGS.
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LXXIII. WHEN FORTUNE SMILED.
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LXXIV. THE ARAB AND HIS STEED.
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LXXV. I KNOW A STAR.
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LXXVI. MY HEART IS LIKE THE OCEAN SHELL.
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LXXVII. THE GODS ONE DAY SENT REASON OUT.
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LXXVIII. THE FAIRY IN THE SHELL.
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LXXIX. GOOD-BYE, SWEET DREAM.
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LXXX. ALL JOY, ALL HOPE, GO WITH YOU.
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LXXXI. SHE IS FLITTING LIKE A FAIRY.
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LXXXII. THE BIRD WHOSE SONG IMPASSIONED.
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LXXXIII. THE FETTER 'NEATH THE FLOWERS.
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LXXXIV. FOR THEE I BRAID AND BIND MY HAIR.
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LXXXV. SPEAK NO MORE.
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LXXXVI. WOULD YOU WOO A LADY FAIR.
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LXXXVII. A COLD CALM STAR.
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LXXXVIII. AH CHILDHOOD, SUNNY CHILDHOOD.
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LXXXIX. I HAVE SOMETHING SWEET TO TELL YOU.
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XC. “INTERRUPT” ME, LITTLE DARLING.
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XCI. A DAINTY LYRE WAS LENT TO JOY.
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XCII. ON MISSION PURE, FROM REALMS DIVINE.
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XCIII. GIVE ME BACK MY CHILDHOOD'S TRUTH.
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XCIV. THE WILD WOOD-ROSE.
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XCV. KEEP, KEEP THE MAIDEN'S DOWRY.
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XCVI. DOUBTFUL VOWS.
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XCVII. A PILGRIM HERE, WITH WAITING HEART.
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XCVIII. THEY BID ME SHUN YOUR BLUSH.
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XCIX. IF O'ER YOUR CHEEK THE BLUSH THAT PLAYS.
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C. A CARELESS RILL WAS DREAMING.
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CI. LOW, MY LUTE—BREATHE LOW.
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CII. EULALIE.
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CIII. BENEATH ITALIA'S LAUGHING SKIES.
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CIV. YOUR HEART IS A MUSIC-BOX, DEAREST!
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CV. IN CALM DISDAIN I REND THE CHAIN.
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CVI. AH! WOMAN STILL.
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CVII. SHE LOVES HIM YET.
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CVIII. TO THE SNOW-WREATH WHITE.
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CIX. LEONOR.
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CX. YES, LOWER TO THE LEVEL.
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CXI. I GRIEVE TO LET YOU GO, LULI.
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CXII. I KNOW A NOBLE HEART THAT BEATS.
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CXIII. THE HAND THAT SWEPT THE SOUNDING LYRE.

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208

TO A TRIFLER.

'Tis well—the blow is felt—forgiven!
I stoop'd a starry wing,
That might have proudly soar'd to heaven,
On thy poor heart to cling.
For thee, frail flutterer of the earth,
I deign'd my flight to stay;
On thee, who dream'd not half its worth,
I pour'd my spirit's ray.
The proudest, truest, loftiest love,
That ever burn'd the shrine
Whereon its costly incense rose,
My heart vouchsafed to thine.
And thus the penalty I pay,
As few have paid before;
When God-lit spirit bends to clay,
What should it look for more?
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Ay! ever thus 'twill be for those
Who, graced with starry wing,
Forego a golden dawn in heaven,
To round a taper sing.
And whose the loss?—or mine or thine?
I offer'd to thy lip
A chalice brimm'd with glorious wine,
Whence thou didst lightly sip.
Thou didst not dream that life was there,—
Soul-life, for such as thou!
Thy hand dash'd down the beaker rare,
Thy lip belied the vow.
And I?—oh, God! 'twas I who lost
The immortal draught divine;
For thou, who couldst not feel its cost,—
What was that heart to thine?
Yet, even now, to ruin lured—
Betray'd, condemn'd, forgot—
My wounded pinions still I wave
Beyond thy soulless lot!
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Yet guerdon just this fate to me,
Who stoop'd a starry wing,
That might have bathed in Eden airs,
Around a rose to sing.
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