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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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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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Yet, though with awe we check the voice of woe,
We would not—cannot—check the tears that flow!
For ne'er, till now, has fond expecting bliss
Turn'd to a woe so exquisite as this!
The kindest mistress!—but ah!—wherefore dwell
On virtues such as hers?—You know them well!
And could your blood recal her—what a flood
Of tears in crimson!—for you'd weep in blood.
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