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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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[XXII.
O for a castle on a woodland height]

O for a castle on a woodland height!
High mountains round, and a pure stream below,
Within all charms that tasteful hours invite,
Wise books of poesy and music's flow;—
A grassy lawn through which to course our steeds,
A gothic chapel in seclusion reared,
Where we could solace find for holiest needs,
And grow by mutual rites the more endeared:
How such captivity alone with thee
Would lift to Paradise each passing day!
Then all revealed my patient love would be,
And thou couldst not a full response delay:
For Truth makes holy Love's illusive dreams,
And their best promise constantly redeems.
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