Thomas Cole's poetry the collected poems of America's foremost painter of the Hudson River School reflecting his feelings for nature and the romantic spirit of the Nineteenth Century |
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[72. These shady groves, these bright blue hills]
These shady groves, these bright blue hills
From memory ne'er can pass away
Though borne afar by winds and waves
I visit realms of earlier day
From memory ne'er can pass away
Though borne afar by winds and waves
I visit realms of earlier day
Within my heart I e'er shall feel
The breezes of these vallies blow
Each rippling lake, each glancing rill
Will murmur wheresoe'er I go.
The breezes of these vallies blow
Each rippling lake, each glancing rill
Will murmur wheresoe'er I go.
No! These wild mountain streams and woods
Have grown so beauteous to my soul
That life's swift stream reflects them clear
Where'er its wandering waters roll.
Have grown so beauteous to my soul
That life's swift stream reflects them clear
Where'er its wandering waters roll.
Catskill Mountains
1845
Thomas Cole's poetry | ||