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Poems

Tuckerman, Henry T. (1813-1871)

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POEMS.
  
THE SPIRIT OF POETRY.
  
THE APOLLO BELVIDERE.
  
MARY.
  
NORTHAMPTON.
  
LOVE AND FAME.
  
NEWPORT BEACH.
  
THE VESTAL.
  
WASHINGTON'S STATUE.
  
TO AN ELM.
  
TASSO TO LEONORA.
  
THE MODERN HERO.
  
HELOISE.
  
THE GREEK SLAVE.
  
ROME.
  
TRI-MOUNTAIN.
  
THE RINGLET.
  
WINTER.
  
VICTORINE.
  
IL PENSEROSO.
  
SLEEPY HOLLOW.
  
LORD BYRON AT VENICE.
  
LUNA.—AN ODE.
  
EVA.
  
TO LADY BLANCHE:
  
SURREY TO GERALDINE.
  
WEST POINT.
  
THE DIRGE OF THE MARINER.
  
THE NIGHT-BLOOMING CEREUS.
  
THE HOLY LAND.
  
LOVE AND TIME.
  
THE TWO PALMS.
  
THE UNKNOWN PORTRAIT.
  
TO THE CYPRESS.
  
LAKE CANEPO.
  
FAITH'S WARNING.
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SONNETS.
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I. FREEDOM.
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II. VANDERLYN'S ARIADNE.
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III. TO ONE DECEIVED.
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IV. SLEEP.
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V. THE WILLOW.
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VI. THE BALCONY.
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VII. ON A LANDSCAPE BY BACKHUYSEN.
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VIII. THE INDIAN SUMMER.
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IX. ON A PORTRAIT OF MRS. NORTON.
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X. ON A BUST OF WEBSTER.
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XI. SPRING
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XII. TO PIUS IX.
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XIII. TO THE SAME.
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XIV. ON THE DEATH OF ALLSTON.
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XV. FROM THE ITALIAN.
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XVI. THE BASSO-RELIEVO OF JUPITER AND HEBE.
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XVII. TO JENNY LIND.
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XVIII. DESOLATION.
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XIX. STEINHAUSEN'S HERO AND LEANDER.
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XX. DELAROCHE'S PICTURE OF NAPOLEON CROSSING THE ALPS.
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XXI. ALLEGHANIA.
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[XXII. O for a castle on a woodland height]
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[XXIII. The rain-drops patter on the casement still]
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[XXIV. What though our dream is broken? Yet again]
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[XXV. In my first youth, the feverish thirst for gain]
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[XXVI. Courage and patience! elements whereby]
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[XXVII. Like the fair sea that laves Italia's strand]
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[XXVIII. The buds have opened, and in leafy pride]
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XXIX. SEMPRE LO STESSO.

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TO THE CYPRESS.

Slow-waving Cypress of the land of song!
Perennial mourner!—though thou art
Amid the glories of the sylvan throng,
Most eloquent of sadness to the heart;
Yet ever welcome to the weary eye,
Thy graceful shaft of foliated green,
Against the azure of the morning sky,
Upreared in beauty, solemn and serene.
And where afar Day's vesper beacons blaze
Upon Fiesole or Mario's height,
Touching with flame each mountain altar round,
Shed on thy verdant cones a rosy gleam,
And winds among thy boughs a requiem sound,
What fitting cenotaphs for man ye seem!
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