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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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ON A PORTRAIT OF MRS. NORTON.

Oh, who can meet those dark and liquid eyes,
And see that form so queenlike in its grace,
Nor feel a thrill of passionate surprise
That men could mingle shame with such a face?
Did they behold thee who the slander nursed?
Communed they ever with thy tender lays?
And felt they not their very manhood cursed
Beneath thine earnest and bewildering gaze?
Sweetness and pride that unto truth belong,
Through every lineament divinely steal,
And like the cadence of thy gentle song,
Pure and devoted sympathies reveal:
O radiant minstrel! Let it solace thee
That thou art warmly loved beyond the sea!
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