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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
  
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THE THREE MUSES.
  
THE SHADOWED RIVER.
  
NOVEMBER TREES.
  
THE FLOWER AND THE BEE.
  
THE CATARACT ISLE.
  
IN THE GARDEN.
  
IN THE PINE WOODS.
  
LUNA THROUGH A LORGNETTE.
  
IN THE PALAIS ROYAL GARDEN.
  
CORNUCOPIA.
  
A FRIEND.
  
THE AUTUMN RAIN.
  
SPIRITS IN PRISON.
  
BLONDEL.
  
THE OLD DAYS AND THE NEW.
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WHY!
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THROUGH THE FIELDS TO ST. PETER'S.
  
MARION DALE.
  
VEILS.
  
THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE.
  
ATALANTA.
  
AL HASSAN'S SECRET.
  
MY OLD PALETTE.
  
THE BOBOLINKS.
  
THE BOBOLINKS.
  
CRETE.
  
J. R. L.
  
SEA SHADOWS.
  
THE MOUNTAIN PATH.
  
BIRD LANGUAGE.
  
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.
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TO THE MEMORY OF MARGARET FULLER OSSOLI.
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IAPIS.
  
THE WORKSHOP AND THE BRONZE.
  
THE EVENING PRIMROSE.
  
IN A CHURCH.
  
DECEMBER.
  
A CHINESE STORY.
  
A SONG OF HOME.
  
A SPRING-GROWL.
  
WAITING BY THE SEA.
  
SHELLING PEAS.
  
LOUIS NAPOLEON.
  
BY THE SHORE OF THE RIVER.
  
THE AMERICAN PANTHEON.
  
IN THE FOREST OF FONTAINEBLEAU.
  
A DAY OF MEMORIES.
  
THE GUEST.
  
OCTOBER.
  
TO A HALF-FRIEND.
  
MUSIC.
  
COMPENSATION.
  
A BATTLE OF THE ELEMENTS.
  
MEMORIAL HALL.
  
DREAM-LIFE.
  
THE CENTURY AND THE NATION.
  
THE LAY OF THRYM; OR, THE HAMMER RECOVERED.
  
MICHAEL ANGELO BUONAROTTI.
  
ON RE-READING TENNYSON'S PRINCESS.
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SONNETS.
  
THE HIGHER LAW.
  
CIRCUMSTANCE.
  
SHAKESPEARE.
  
THE GARDEN.
  
THE GARDEN (CONTINUED).
  
TO G. W. C.
  
TO W. W. S.
  
TO W. W. S.
  
TO O. B. F.
  
TO O. B. F. (CONTINUED.)
  
YOUTH AND AGE.
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POEMS OF THE WAR.
  
THE BURIAL OF THE FLAG.
  
THE ROSE OF DEATH.
  
NOVEMBER 8TH, 1864.
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SONNETS FOR THE TIMES.
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I. THE DARK TOWER.
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II. DELIVERANCE.
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III. THE ABOLITIONISTS.
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IV. THE DAWN OF PEACE.
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119

MY OLD PALETTE.

Many a year has fled away
Since this old palette was new,
As may be seen by the spots of green
And yellow and red and blue.
Many a picture was painted from this,
While many were only dreamed;
And shadow and light like the black and white
Across my life have streamed.
Accept, my friend, this plain old board
All plastered and imbrowned,
Where the pleasure and strife of a painter's life
Have left a mosaic ground.
The color that went to the picture's soul
Has left but its body behind;
Yet strive to trace on its cloudy face
Some gleam of the artist's mind.
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And think of the friend upon whose thumb
This brown old tablet hung,
And the baffled aim, where visions came
Unpainted and unsung.
Mine be the records all obscure
Upon the surface blent;
Be yours the love that seeks to prove
My deed by my intent.
1866.
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