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The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival

With a biographical sketch

Percival, James Gates (1795-1856)

[I had found out a sweet green spot]

THE BROKEN HEART.

TO SENECA LAKE.

[O, had I the wings of a swallow, I'd fly]

RETROSPECTION.

CALM AT SEA.

THE QUEEN OF FLOWERS.

THE SPIRIT OF THE AIR.

LIBERTY TO ATHENS.

THE GREEK EMIGRANT'S SONG.

PLEASURES OF CHILDHOOD.

[Silent she stood before me, in the light]

[Star of the pensive! “melancholy star,”]

[“O, there is a bliss in tears!”—in tears that flow]

VAUCLUSE.

LIGHT OF LOVE.

FLOWER OF A SOUTHERN GARDEN.

ROSE OF MY HEART.

CATANIA.

SONNETS.

[I. I stand upon the mountains, 'mid a sea]

[II. Monarch of mountains! whose serenest brow]

[III. My country,—at the sound of that dear name]

[IV. Now to my task:—be firm,—the work requires]

[V. Come forth, fair waters, from the classic spring]

[VI. Farewell, sad flowers, that on a desert blow]

[VII. Would I were but a spirit, veiled in light]

AN ODE TO MUSIC.

THE JUDGMENT.

A TRIBUTE TO THE BRAVE.

THE SENATE OF CALLIMACHI.

A PLATONIC BACCHANAL SONG.

[Here's to her who wore]

DITHYRAMBIC.

THE SERENADE.

TO THE HOUSTONIA CERULEA.

ON FINDING THE ANEMONE HEPATICA,

[A tulip blossomed, one morning in May]

[A lake once lay, where the thunder-clouds sail]

THE MERMAID.

LINES

THE PARTING OF WILLIAM AND MARY.

“VANITY OF VANITIES, ALL IS VANITY.”

THE FAIREST ROSE IS FAR AWA'.

THE FLOWER OF THE VALLEY.

LINES

[Once, on a cloudless summer-day]

[My heart too firmly trusted, fondly gave]

[How beautiful is Night!]

[Often, when at night delaying]

SONG.

THE LAND OF THE BLEST.

[My heart was a mirror, that showed every treasure]

[O, now's the hour, when air is sweet]

[O, wilt thou go with me, love]

[Here the air is sweet]

THE WANDERING SPIRIT.

FAREWELL TO MY LYRE.

[Care-worn, and sunk in deep despondency]

ANACREONTICS.

HORATIAN.

[Come on your sky-blue wings, ye Paphian doves!]

[Man is born to die]

['T was midnight,—and the full round moon]

NEW ENGLAND.

NAVAL ODE.

[Thou art endeared to me by all]

THE FRENCHMAN'S DARLING.

[Adieu! fair flower, though frail]

[We met in cheerless hours, my dear]

[O, love was made to mourn]

TRANSLATION OF A LATIN ODE.

THE SABBATH.

[O Evening! thou art lovely:—in thy dress]

[Empress of night! I saw thee through the rack]

[Star of the dewy morning! from thy sphere]

A REVERIE.

[Motherless infant, to the quiet sleep]

[Image of calm devotion, on thy brow]

SONNETS.

[I. Winter is now around me, and the snow]

[II. Its bitterness the heart alone can know]

[III. What bird can sing when storms are in the sky]

[IV. The blue heaven spreads before me, with its keen]

MAID OF YEMEN.

FREEDOM.

[Give the Warrior Chief his due]

[Hail to the land of the free and the bold]

[I saw the sun, at the dawning of day]

[Two flowers were budding on on stem]

[I found thee on an apple-tree]

[Sweet, sainted haunt of early days!]

[I saw, upon a mountain]

[I will go to the grave where my child has gone]

THE CARRIER PIGEON.

[These weeping skies, these weeping skies]

[Fair breaks the morning on my eye]

[Now the setting sun is glowing]

SONG OF THE REIM-KENNAR.

[The wave is resting on the sea]

[There's a valley that lies in the bosom of hills]

[I would follow the sun when the north winds arise]

THE PIRATE LOVER.

THE FAREWELL.

[Let us love while life is young]

[Thy charms are all decaying, love]

THE LUNATIC GIRL.

[Come to my heart, thou stricken deer!]

[O Mary, my dearest! though waves roll between us]

[Dove of my heart! I've built a nest]

[She has no heart, but she is fair]

[The winds of the winter are over]

[The dark cloud is over, the storm flies away]

[The frenzy of a lover who can tell?]

[They gazed upon each other. They were young]

[Beneath the pensive willow's shade]

PARAPHRASE OF ISAIAH XXXIV.

RELIGION.

[In wisdom God hath made the world]

[There is an infant, pillowed sweetly]

HOLY DYING.

S. M. A. M. FISHER.

CARMEN SECULARE.

[There is a calm lagoon]

[All live and move to the poetic eye.]

[I saw, on the top of a mountain high]

SONNET.

GENIUS SLUMBERING.

GREECE, FROM MOUNT HELICON.

THE PARTHENON.

THE SUNIAN PALLAS.

THE GREEK MOUNTAINEERS.

THE LAST SONG OF THE GREEK PATRIOT.

THE MYTHOLOGY OF GREECE.

PAINTING.

MUSINGS.

[She faded, but in beauty;—not a charm]

[She was the first I loved; but years had gone]

[He had a twofold nature, and the one]

INSCRIPTION.

A FRAGMENT.

THE DEATH OF A CHILD.

CLOUDS.

THE GRAVES OF THE PATRIOTS.

THE DESOLATE CITY.

MORNING AMONG THE HILLS.

THE PERPETUAL YOUTH OF NATURE.

[I. If on the clustering curls of thy dark hair]

[II. Oh! I could wish I sat upon yon cloud]

[III. Thy form may fade, but thou wilt not all die]

[IV. If, when I look on thee, and hear thy voice]

[V. Calm look of gentleness!—I see thee now]

[VI. Green herbs and flowers new opening, ye have known]

[VII. O Love! thou art a pure and holy thing]

[When the woodlands are covered with leaves and flowers]

SPRING.

THE REIGN OF MAY.

TRUE GREATNESS.

[There is nothing can equal the tender hours]

[Dear moments of childhood! how sweetly ye smile]

[Come from thy home in the far blue sky]

[Thou hast come from thy home in the far blue sky]

[Soul of the lyre and song!]

[I looked on the broad setting sun]

[Thou glorious spirit of life and love!]

[Where hast thou been on thy rainbow wing]

THE SPIRIT OF LIFE.

[Spirit of high and mighty souls!]

[Had I the pinions of an eagle's wing]

ON THE DEATH OF ---.

THE LAST DAYS OF AUTUMN.

THE SOUL OF SONG.

MORNING TWILIGHT.

[Where are now the flowers that once detained me]

[Shall I gather the rose of the mountain]

TO A SHIP, ON GOING TO SEA.

APOSTROPHE TO THE ISLAND OF CUBA.

THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS.

[Every day I muse upon thee]

THE GREEK SONG OF VICTORY.

[I. Is it not true, as one has proudly sung]

[II. O thou sole-sitting Spirit of Loneliness]

THE DREAM OF A DAY, AND OTHER POEMS. FIRST PUBLISHED IN 1843.

[I. O, there are moments, when the dreaming soul]

[II. O Evening! I have loved thee with a joy]

[III. O, there are tears of joy, and they are fed]

[IV. O would that dreams were not the things they are]

[V. Shadows of hoary forests, solemn haunts]

[VI. My soul goes often wandering to your glooms]

[VII. Am I not all alone? The world is still]

[VIII. Deep sunk in thought, he sat beside the river]

[IX. Whence? Whither? Where?—A taper point of light]

[II. Murmuring river]

[III. Music and dances]

GREEK APPEAL TO AMERICA.

THE HEXLI. (LITTLE WITCH.)

THE MAIDEN.

THE POWER OF SONG.

LAYS.

[I. Mellow fades the glow of even]

[II. Hark! the song]

[III. Through the wood, in evening's shadow, straying]

[IV. Speed thee far]

[V. O that I lay on yonder mountain]

[VI. They call me,—they call me, from meadow and grove]

[VII. “O, rest thee here in silent bower]

[VIII. The song is still, that over heath and mountain]

[IX. Night is on the hill]

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[X. Bells are ringing]

11.

[XI. The snow is gone]

12.

[XII. Give me that fond music]

13.

[XIII. Morning is lightest]

14.

[XIV. 'T is dawn]

15.

[XV. Joy! Joy!]

16.

[XVI. Faintly breathes the maiden's song]

17.

[XVII. In sheeted gold the river glides]

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[XVIII. Sitting by a meadow brook]

19.

[XIX. How gentle the water's motion]

20.

[XX. The night is still:—on meadow and silvery fountain]

21.

[XXI. Over hill and plain and mountain]

22.

[XXII. From rock rebounding]

SLAVONIA.

PART I.

[I. Near Moskva's stream, through heath and forest gliding]

[II. Inspiring Spirit! thou art everywhere]

[III. What is that descending yonder mountain?]

[IV. Still Spring returns, and scatters wide its roses]

[V. By Muldava trips a rose-lipped maiden]

PART II.

RUSSIA.

[I. Still burns the prophet's fire, as when of old]

[II. Not the trumpet calls to fight]

SERVIA.

[I. Go forth, and ask no blessing on thy sword]

[II. For faith and fame! be that the cry]

POLAND.

[I. Thou standest as a castle on a rock]

[II. Vengeance calls you! quick, be ready]

BOHEMIA.

[I. The rose now blooms,—with love my bosom heaves]

[II. A holy feeling leads them on]

[IV. O the days of blooming youth are gone]

[V. O, how softly sweet the song is flowing]

[VI. The night is dark; the hollow wind]

[VII. O come, loved Spirit, come to me]

[VIII. Wife! I am dying]

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XIII. THE GERMAN EMIGRANT'S SONG.

14.

XIV. THE HARPER.

15.

[XV. That strain o' music greets my ear]

16.

[XVI. An' hae ye heard the bonnie birds]

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XVII. THE SPIRITS' LULLABY.

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[XVIII. Softly flow, thou gentle river]

19.

[XIX. Once I saw, in pride of beauty]

20.

[XX. Once, in the heart of a desert]

21.

[XXI. When the violet blows]

[I. In the silence of night, and in solemn array, by the glimmer of torches, is wheeling]

[II. O, waken the music of battle]

TROCHAIC.

[I. Softly sweet the song is stealing, softly through the night afar]

[II. Maids are sitting by the fountain]

[III. See the bounding bark afloat]

PART II.

DACTYLIC HEXAMETER.

I. Heroic.

[II. Deep, 'mid the shades of night, I sink in silent repose]

[III. Still, as in youth, ever green, the laurel of Homer is flourishing]

[IV. Herald of earliest dawn! at thy smile the blue waters are stirring again]

DACTYLIC PENTAMETER.

DACTYLIC TETRAMETER.

IAMBIC TETRAMETER.

[I. Aurora rises o'er the hills, by graceful hours attended]

[II. O, turn not, dearest, on me so!—I cannot bear that grief of thine]

CHORIAMBIC.

[I. Bear me afar over the wave, far to the sacred islands]

[II. When the blue wave sinks on the sea, and the still night hushes the deep]

CHORIAMBIC POLYSCHEMATIST.

GLYCONIC AND PHERECRATEAN.

[I. Hark! the echo of shout and song]

[II. Bright ascends the festal dawn; bright the temple is flashing]

EUPOLIDEAN AND CRATINEAN.

[I. Not for wealth or for power, conquest or victory]

[II. When the rose is in bloom, violets opening]

SONGS FOR NATIONAL AIRS.

I. The Flower of Liberty.

II. The Chain of Love.

III. The Patriot.

IV. Wealth of Soul.

V. The Festive Evening.

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XII. The Boatmen of the Rhine.

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[II. Think, O think, how much thou lov'dst me]

III. The Willow.

BOHEMIAN.

I. Bird of the Mountain.

II. The Bird that has lost its Young.

III. The Lover's Lament.

IV. Clan Donnal's Gathering.

WELSH.

[I. Of Hoel, high and glorious, raise the pæan ]

I. The Song of Heroes.

II.

II. The Bard's Song.

III. The Song of Victory.

IV. The Rising of the Lark.

AN ODE TO MELANCHOLY.

FRAGMENT OF AN ODE TO FANCY.

[Day-star of Liberty! dawn on our sky]

ODE

SONNET TO ITALY.

AN ODE

THE DEATH OF LAWRENCE.

PERRY'S VICTORY ON LAKE ERIE.

[By the spirits of the dead]

ODE

DITHYRAMBIC.

LOCH MAREE.

[Adieu, my love, my Mary dear!]

HENRY AND MARY.

[Star of my heart! though far away]

[Star of my heart! thy light has gone]

[I thought I loved,—no form of earth]

[Is there a tear that scalds the cheek?]

[To see a dear one close her eyes]

[There is an hour, a heavenly hour]

['T is night,—but yet the moon is high]

THE LAMP OF LOVE.

THE GALLEY SLAVE.

ON THE DEATH OF MISS ---,

[Give me a lonely seat]

THE VIOLET.

[How sweet is the turf on the grave of my friend]

[Rest, O my lyre! till the winter of sorrow]

[She's gone, the idol of my heart]

[When the winter of sorrow's keen tempests are blowing]

[When I roam o'er the fields at the opening of dawn]

[I was once happy and blest]

[Arabia may boast of its coffee-clad mountains]

[Dear little angel of my heart]

[Come, come away, unto the silent grove]

[One evening, when the sky was blue]

[I love the ruddy cheek, that glows]

[Who is that mourner bending o'er yon grave]

[See, how the clear, unsullied streamlet strays]

TO THE ROSE.

[I saw a flower of softest hue]

TO THE GENTIANA CRINITA,

[Can I touch my harp again?]

[Give me the lyre of harmony]

[My heart is sad, my harp is still]

BOAT SONG.

[They say, that esteem is a diamond so bright]

['T is morning, and all is gay around]

[Why slumbers thy lyre, which so often resounded]

AN IMPRECATION.

DESPONDENCY.

[Methought 'twas in the desert, at the hour]

THE SUICIDE'S GRAVE.

ON MY FATHER'S TOMB.

[See how the floweret blushes in the morn]

THE MOURNER.

[Slow, through the twilight gloom, Valerio's knell]

[Hard is the Poet's fate,—but more severe]

[The last blue hill is fading in the sky]

[IV. Soft heaving wave, whose pure translucency]

V. SPRING.

VI. TO SLEEP.

VII. TO THE GRAVE.

[VIII. 'T is not the future dread that makes me shun]

[IX. We think of what we might have been: the stream]

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[X. I too have seen thy ever-pouring flood]

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[XI. My hand is clasped upon my burning brow]

12.

XII. TO THE PIANO.

THE INTERLUDES OF TASSO'S AMINTA.

ANACREONTIC.

[O for a mantling bower hung by the loaded vine]

[High they raised the mast, and spread the white sail to the zephyr]

[The thirsty fields a robe of sadness wear]

[Here mossy fountains pour their cooling wave]

Happy old man! here, 'mid your well-known streams

[I. Thou, who erst on Ætna's top]

[II. The cypress, in its dark funereal dress]

[III. The clouds are black in heaven, the roar of winds]

THE GOBLET.

[Expand your snowy wings, ye swans of Helicon]

[How happy is the pure, good man, whose life]

[We have a body,—and its clamorous calls]

[Youth sees the world before him, and the path]

[The stream of life that flowed on Calvary]

THE DRAMA.

[There is a world of mind, which few can know]

[He spake, and, springing from th' embattled ground]

[Malvacea calls her tribes around her throne]

[In endless contrariety has fled]

SONNET.

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[By the spirits of the dead]

By the spirits of the dead,
Who sunk to death in Erie's wave,—
By the hearts that nobly bled,—
By the free, unconquered brave,—

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We will draw the freeman's sword,
When the Briton threats our shore;
Mingle freedom's battle-word
Proudly with the cannon's roar.

We have faced, will face again,
Death and slaughter;—shall we fly?
Shall we leave the tented plain,—
Leave it, when the foe is nigh?

Come, invader! here we stand,
On the border of the wave;
Ere thou touch our native land,
Thou shalt lay us in the grave.

Here we stand, and here we die;
Bring thy ships, thy rockets bring;
Here our nation's flag shall fly,
Here shall wave our Eagle's wing.

Range in battle-line thy fleet,—
Ravage—burn—destroy; but know,
Though we perish, thou shalt meet—
Meet in every form a foe.

Sons of freedom! seize the gun,
Level well the marksman's eye,
Tell them how the deed is done,
Tell how sure our bullets fly.

Draw a sword, the brave may wield,
Draw it, when the Britons come,
“Hurry, hurry to the field,”
With the fife and rolling drum.

Point thy cannons on the foe,
Bid their lightnings flash afar,
Far and wide his thousands strow
With thy thunder-bolts of war.

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Mingle boldly in the fray,
Shrink not at the sight of blood,
Think how, on his fatal day,
Firm, undaunted, Lawrence stood.

See! his spirit strides the wave,
Calls you where he nobly fell,—
Victory's summons to the brave,
To the foe his funeral knell.

By that soul of ardent flame,
By that soul that could not yield,
Hurry to the field of fame,—
Hurry to the battle-field.