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The Fall of the Leaf

And Other Poems. By Charles Bucke ... Fourth Edition
Bucke, Charles (1781-1846)
  
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[dedication]

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THE FALL OF THE LEAF:
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ODE
  
ODE TO JULIA;
  
ODE TO CLAUDE SPENCER, ESQ.;
  
ODE. ROCHEFORD'S RESOLUTION.
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ODE TO HER WHO WILL UNDERSTAND IT.
  
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HYMN TO THE VIRGIN:
  
THE EOLIAN HARP.
  
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THE BRIDESMAID AND THE WATER-SPIRIT.
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I. INSCRIPTION
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XVI.

But what wild, strange, mysterious sounds are these
Floating in air? We know not whence they come.
They seem approaching! ope the casement wide.
It is the poor blind harper! who has stroll'd
For many a year among these mountains wild.
He knows each house from Towy to the Wye;
Can trace the history of each family,
E'en from the times of ancient Howel Dha.
The wind blows cold—the pointed hail descends—
Oh! let the bending, grey-hair'd, minstrel in!
Then rings our cottage with wild music. Hence,
—Ye sons of Naples,—'tis no place for you!
Refresh'd with cheer the holy man begins,
Spreads his grey fingers o'er the obedient chords,
And Glendower's fame, or Tudor's fortune rings.
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