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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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I. INSCRIPTION
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IX.

Beneath thy ray pale Melancholy roves,
In awful silence, to yon ruin'd tower;
Beneath whose ivied arch profoundly sleeps
The history of ages.—There she sits,
Musing the midnight on the varied change
Of earthly objects;—on the varied ills
That wring the bosom of the sensitive young,
And reasoning old:—and, sighing from the soul,
Deeply laments, how oft the sacred form
Of Virtue bends before the frown of Fate.
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