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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
Cole, Thomas (1801-1848)

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1. The Times
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2. Fancy
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3. The Vision of Life
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4. To the Moon
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5. Twilight
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[6. The night was calm. Clad in her mantle darkness]
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7. For an Album
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8. Lines on Lake George
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9. To Mount Washington
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10. Niagara
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[11. Alas! he is a wretch who has no home]
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12. Let not the ostentatious gaud of art
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13. Written on my Birthday, Feb. 1, 1830
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14. Written on my Birthday, Feb. 1, 1830
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[15. I see the green Fiesole arise]
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[16. A lonely cloud is flitting round the brow]
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[17. The eager vessel flies the broken surge]
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[18. The eager vessel flies the broken surge]
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19. Lines Written after a Walk on [a] Beautiful Morning in November
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[20. Vain is my fondest hope! Alone—alone]
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21. On seeing that a favorite tree of the Author's had been cut down—
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22. On seeing that a favorite tree of the Author's had been cut down—
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23. The Painter's Lamentation
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[24. Again the wreathed snow]
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[25. O Cedar Grove! whene'er I think to part]
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[26. I sigh not for a stormless clime]
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[27. Cast off the bands that bind thee now]
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28. Hope and Trust Spring from the Contemplation of the Works of God
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29. Evening Thoughts
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30. Evening Thoughts
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[31. Though time has sadden'd every thought]
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[32. Winter had fled into his northern home]
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33. On hearing of the death of Mr. Reed—
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34. Lines occasioned by the death of Mr. Luman Reed
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35. Song of the Spirit of the Mountain
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[36. The wight who climbs the mountain's gleaming side]
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37. Written in Autumn
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[38. Mother! All hallowed word forever bless'd!]
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[39. On the frore shadow of yon mountain-steep]
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[40. Thine early hopes are fading, one by one]
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[41. Thine early Hopes are fading one by one]
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[42. And shall I halt midway in my career]
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[43. Thou frail and feeble vine!]
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[44. I saw a cave of sable depth profound]
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45. Sonnet
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46. The Complaint of the Forest
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47. The Lament of the Forest
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[48. Oft when o'er Earth is spread the gloomy shade]
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[49. Why do ye count your little months, your years]
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[50. Upon the bosom of the infant year]
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51. The Dial
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52. Birdsnest
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[53. Though snows enwrap the mountain's head]
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54. Birthday
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55. The Summer Days are Ended
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56. The Summer Days Are Ended
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57. Written upon an Autumnal Leaf
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58. On Another
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[59. Like a cloud on the brow of a mountain]
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[60. This day hath closed another of my years]
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61. Winds
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62. [Autumn]
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63. Autumn
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64. Mt. Etna
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65. Lago Maggiore
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66. Life's Pilgrimage
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67. A Sunset
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68. On a Sunset Sky
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69. Winter
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70. Winter
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71. The Voyage of Life
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[72. These shady groves, these bright blue hills]
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73. The March of Time
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74. The March of Time
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75. Just before Sunrise
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76. The Cross
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77. Alone Yet Not Alone
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78. A Painter
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79. Evening
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80. Life
 81. 
81. Lines occasioned by the death of Miss M. A. W.
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82. Lines suggested by a picture painted by Weir, in which a lady is seen sitting at a window gazing on the sea, whilst a youth at her side is playing the guitar—
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83. Lines Suggested by a Voyage up the Hudson on a Moonlight Night
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84. Lines suggested by hearing Music on the Boston Common at night
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85. Morning
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86. The Burial Ground at Catskill
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87. The Lute
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88. The Man of Pride
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89. The Mountain Bird
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90. The Mountain Bird
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91. To ---
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92. To a Lock of Hair—
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93. To CBT
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94. To Spring
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[95. A reminiscence of my perish'd love]
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[96. A reminiscence of departed love]
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[97. A spell comes o'er th' excited soul whene'er]
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[98. How awful was the voice that came to Job]
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[99. How changeful is the cloud that flits along]
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[100. O Nature my sole mistress unto thee]
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[101. Take me Zephyr on thy wings]
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[102. Thy gloom O twilight suits my soul]
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[103. 'Tis all a dream: our joys, our fears]
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[104. Who breaks the silence of the night]
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[105. Who that hath breathed on mountain top, where winds]

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2.
Fancy

How vainly weak is language to express
Th' harmonious beauty of her heavenly song
The azure brightness of the summer sky
As true as pictur'd on the muddy stream
As are the soul-enchanting lays I heard
Told by my feeble tongue to mortal ears—
“O Why,” I cried—“thou wand'ring bashful Maid
Fliest thou to wilds and solitudes like these
Come with me come to the cheerful haunts of men
And breath to them thy rich delighting strains.”
“No,” she replied, “no list'ning ear but thine
Will think my voice my harp's wild notes are sweet
Amidst the din of the tumultuous world
My loudest voice would rise unheard, unknown,
And with my sweetest notes foul Criticism
Might join its fiendish screech. And Envy's breath
Might change each string upon my Silver Harp
To hideous snakes hissing strange discord—
O tempt me not to seek the praise of men
But rather stray with me through Nature's wilds
Thou lov'st me as thy life then wherefore risk
Thy happiness. E'en from thy life's first dawn
Until this hour have we not partners been
Through joy and grief. And I will bless thee still
Thou over arid plains thou wind thy way
Oer flinty paths and barren wilderness
Still to my magic touch the flow'rs shall spring
And spread a carpet for thy weary feet—
The blackest mountain I will gild for thee
And light the ocean in the darkest night
Where'er thou strayest I will cheer thy path
And with my voice will bless thy loveliest hour
Yes while thy spirit wanders upon earth
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With thee unceasing dwell for am I not
Thine own thy long lov'd dearly cherish'd Fancy.”
Thomas Cole 1825
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