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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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[XXVI.
Courage and patience! elements whereby]

Courage and patience! elements whereby
My soul shall yet her citadel maintain,
Baffled, perplexed, and struggling oft to fly
Far, far above this realm of wasting pain,—
Come with your still and banded vigor now,
Fill my sad breast with energy divine,
Stamp a firm thought upon my aching brow,
Make my impulsive visions wholly thine,
Freeze my pent tears, chill all my tender dreams,
Brace my weak heart in panoply sublime;
Till dwelling only on my martyr themes,
And, turning from the richest lures of time,
Love, like an iceberg of the polar deep,
In adamantine rest is laid asleep.
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