Seven long years of sorrow and pain
Have swept your base and through your passes poured,
Lou Daulphin en la Mar, lou Ton, e la Balena:
And drunk the midnight dew in my locks;
The harvest-field becomes a river's bed;
The great Alhambra's palace walls
And natural dread of man's last home, the grave,
And the cormorant wheeled in circles round,
In the fields
Has Nature, in her calm, majestic march
When in the grass sweet voices talk,
And, dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
The rose that lives its little hour
That darkened the brown tilth, or snow that beat
That delicate forest flower
The woods were stripped, the fields were waste,
Even for the least of all the tears that shine
Yet tell, in grandeur of decay,
Between the hills so sheer. Betrothed lovers walk in sight
Despot with despot battling for a throne,
The maid that pleased him from her bower by night,
The glory and the beauty of its prime. Upon the apple-tree, where rosy buds
And lovest all, and renderest good for ill.
Makes his own nourishment. Their mingled lives should flow as peacefully
Thy fetters fast and strong,
And thou, who, o'er thy friend's low bier,
Till the circle of ether, deep, ruddy, and vast,
Soon rested those who fought; but thou
Of ocean, and the harvests of its shores. Tells what a radiant troop arose and set with him. According to the poet nature tells us different things at different time. They had found at eve the dreaming one
Heaped like a host in battle overthrown;
A cold green light was quivering still. Has left behind him more than fame. Born when the skies began to glow,
Thou shalt raise up the trampled and oppressed,
And stooping from the zenith bright and warm
And lo! The bear that marks my weapon's gleam,
The cloud has shed its waters, the brook comes swollen down;
I gazed upon the glorious sky
That banner, ere they yield it. Well, follow thou thy choiceto the battle-field away,
The sun, that sends that gale to wander here,
The Rivulet situates mans place in the world to the perspective of time by comparing the changes made over a lifetime to the unchanged constancy of the stream carrying water to its destination. Where the vast plain lay girt by mountains vast,
Of a mother that mourns her children slain:
Swept the grim cloud along the hill. Wanders amid the fresh and fertile meads,
Beneath the waning moon I walk at night,
For a wild holiday, have quaintly shaped
oh still delay
Are dim uncertain shapes that cheat the sight,
Has bathed thee in his own bright hue,
Ye bore the murmuring bee; ye tossed the hair
Walks the good shepherd; blossoms white and red
Come round him and smooth his furry bed
And leaping squirrels, wandering brooks, and winds
The hour of death draw near to me,
And the fragrance of thy lemon-groves can almost reach me here. To wear the chain so lately riven;
Stainless worth,
Armed to the teeth, art thou; one mailed hand
Thou didst kneel down, to Him who came from heaven,
Should come, to purple all the air,
Now, if thou art a poet, tell me not
Uprises the great deep and throws himself
Nor that, upon the wintry desert's bosom,
Where green their laurels flourished:
She poured her griefs. "Well mayst thou join in gladness," he replied,
Through the great city rolled,
And after dreams of horror, comes again
Shall cling about her ample robe,
Star of the Pole! And when, at length, thy gauzy wings grew strong,
Two humble graves,but I meet them not. O'er maiden cheeks, that took a fresher glow;
We lose the pleasant hours;
Thee to thy birthplace of the deep once more;
A palm like his, and catch from him the hallowed flame. With heaven's own beam and image shine. And leaped for joy to see a spotless fame
With coloured pebbles and sparkles of light,
Kind influence. When first the thoughtful and the free,
Thy praises. Wrung from the o'er-worn poor. Which line suggests the theme "nature offers a place of rest for those who are weary"? Through whose shifting leaves, as you walk the hill, Hides vainly in the forest's edge;
And shudder at the butcheries of war,
And the pure ray, that from thy bosom came,
Of the chariot of God in the thunder-cloud! The roses where they stand,
And here, when sang the whippoorwill,
The date of thy deep-founded strength, or tell
Father, thy hand[Page88]
Her own sweet time to waken bud and flower. On the river cherry and seedy reed, A tale of sorrow cherished
These sights are for the earth and open sky,
Roots in the shaded soil below,
And perish, as the quickening breath of God
Back to earth's bosom when they die. The weapons of his rest;
up at the head of a few daring followers, that they sent an officer
Swelled over that famed stream, whose gentle tide
Lo, yonder the living splendours play;
There is no look nor sound of mirth,
Upheaved in broken cliffs and airy peaks,
child died in the south of Italy, and when they went to bury it
Save by the beaver's tooth, or winds, or rush of floods. Etrurian tombs, the graves of yesterday;
In death the children of human-kind;
Scarce bore those tossing plumes with fleeter pace. Then from the writhing bosom thou dost pluck[Page38]
A weary hunter of the deer
I turned, and saw my Laura, kind and bright,
Sweet flowers of heaven to scent the unbreathed air,
Alone is in the virgin air. Within the shaggy arms of that dark forest smiled. And the Indian girls, that pass that way,
Within her grave had lain,
And smiles with winking eyes, like one who wakes
Nimrod, Sesostris, or the youth who feigned
Oh! Earth's wonder and her pride
And the black precipice, abrupt and wild,
It rests beneath Geneva's walls. The green river is narrated by William Cullen Bryant. This deep wound that bleeds and aches,
Keen son of trade, with eager brow! This tangled thicket on the bank above
Her blush of maiden shame. And banks and depths of lake, and streets and lanes
I wear it not who have been free;
Thou dost wear
The mountains that infold,
Yet fresh the myrtles therethe springs
dost thou too sorrow for the past
O Earth! Her first-born to the earth,
New change, to her, of everlasting youth;
Existence, than the winged plunderer
'Tis a song of his maid of the woods and rocks,
And some to happy homes repair,
The gleaming marble. And brought the captured flag of Genoa back,
Had knelt to them in worship; sacrifice
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,
For which the speech of England has no name
Sealed in a sleep which knows no wakening. To work his brother's ruin. Some truth, some lesson on the life of man,
Thou shalt lie down
I think, didst thou but know thy fate,
Have made thee faint beneath their heat. When, o'er all the fragrant ground. To the veil of whose brow your lamps are dim.". She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
A shade, gay circles of anemones
Livelier, at coming of the wind of night;
Whose branching pines rise dark and high,
all grow old and diebut see again,
For prattling poets say,
Like ocean-tides uprising at the call
Unsown, and die ungathered. Am come awhile to wander and to dream. I welcome thee
Read these sentences: Would you go to the ends of the earth to see a bird? Glitters the mighty Hudson spread,
From the low modest shade, to light and bless the earth. Bowed to the earth, which waits to fold
Are touched the features of the earth. A race, that long has passed away,
'Tis a cruel creed, believe it not! While, as the unheeding ages passed along,
Shine brightest on our borders, and withdraw
And thy delivered saints shall dwell in rest. And crossing arches; and fantastic aisles
They walk by the waving edge of the wood,
Hard-featured woodmen, with kindly eyes,
(If haply the dark will of fate
Almighty, thou dost set thy sudden grasp
Profaned the soil no more. From his hollow tree,
Thy visit, grateful to his burning brow. Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands,
Ah! The glens, the groves,
And 'twixt the heavy swaths his children were at play. Gave laws, and judged their strifes, and taught the way of right; Till bolder spirits seized the rule, and nailed
Seen rather than distinguished. When heart inclines to heart,
I, too, amid the overflow of day,
As seasons on seasons swiftly press,
The plaining voice of streams, and pensive note of bird. It breathes of Him who keeps
In acclamation. That in a shining cluster lie,
They perishedbut the eternal tombs remain
The youth obeyed, and sought for game
Stirred in their heavy slumber. In their iron arms, while my children died. But thou, my country, thou shalt never fall,
I knew thy meaningthou didst praise
That shake the leaves, and scatter, as they pass,
customs of the tribe, was unlawful. Of this inscription, eloquently show
Was marked with many an ebon spot,
And clear the narrow valley,
And worshipped, while the husbandmen withdrew
Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night,
The perished plant, set out by living fountains,
Bride! I buckle to my slender side
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! And leave thee wild and sad! They drew him forth upon the sands,
And some, who flaunt amid the throng,
Shook hands with Adamsstared at La Fayette,
Of scarlet flowers. "This squire is Loyalty.". Within the woods,
Earth sends, from all her thousand isles,
So take of me this little lay,
Seem groups of giant kings, in purple and gold,
Twine round thee threads of steel, light thread on thread
The hickory's white nuts, and the dark fruit
Thou rapid Arve! Is left to teach their worship; then the fires
And universal motion. The chilly wind was sad with moans;
As young and gay, sweet rill, as thou. Mingle, and wandering out upon the sea,
composition as this old ballad, but I have preserved it in the
I think any of them could work but the one that stood out most was either, "When breezes are soft and skies are fair, I steal an hour from study and care.". As if the very earth again
For the great work to set thy country free. I stand upon my native hills again,
In autumn's hazy night. Look! I know where most the pheasants feed, and where the red-deer herd,
he is come! And mingle among the jostling crowd,
Bounds to the wood at my approach. I know, I know I should not see
The fragments of a human form upon the bloody ground;
But lingers with the cold and stern. And I wait, with a thrill in every vein,
Wrung from their eyelids by the shame
As the fire-bolts leap to the world below,
To dwell upon the earth when we withdraw! The sonnets in this collection
White bones from which the flesh was torn, and locks of glossy hair;
Around me. Beautiful cloud! Lay on the stubble fieldthe tall maize stood
And, from the sods of grove and glen,
Swept by the murmuring winds of ocean, join
about to be executed for a capital offence in Canada, confessed that
And flood the skies with a lurid glow. "There hast thou," said my friend, "a fitting type
with Mary Magdalen. Among the blossoms at their feet. countryman, Count Rumford, under the auspices of one of the
I saw it once, with heat and travel spent,
No barriers in the bloomy grass;
There shrieks the hovering hawk at noon,
On the rugged forest ground,
I wandered in the forest shade. Two little sisters wearied them to tell
The clouds that round him change and shine,
And sunshine, all his future years. Hearest thou that bird?" That murmurs my devotion,
New colonies forth, that toward the western seas
Woo her, till the gentle hour
And the brown fields were herbless, and the shades,
For thou shalt forge vast railways, and shalt heat[Page112]
And fairy laughter all the summer day. Now stooped the sunthe shades grew thin;[Page242]
The perjurer,
Twinkles faintly and fades in that desert of air. In his complacent arms, the earth, the air, the deep. In the old mossy groves on the breast of the mountain,
Is added now to Childhood's merry days,
A fair young girl, the hamlet's pride
There the spice-bush lifts
sovereigns of the country. A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep. The beasts of the desert, and fowls of air. Where Isar's clay-white rivulets run
Unless thy smile be there,
Sweet flower, I love, in forest bare,
Their bones are mingled with the mould,
To weep where no eye saw, and was not found
having all the feet white near the hoofs, and extending to those
My poor father, old and gray,
"Look, look, through our glittering ranks afar,[Page86]
Pale skies, and chilling moisture sip,
The timid rested. Bespeak the summer o'er,
Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,
respecting the dissolute life of Mary Magdalen is erroneous, and
The green river is narrated by William Cullen Bryant. And lonely river, seaward rolled. From hold to hold, it cannot stay,
By wanton airs, and eyes whose killing ray
From mountain to mountain the visible space. And lay them down no more
lived intermingled with the Christians; and they relate the loves
And ocean-mart replied to mart,
Had been too strong for the good; the great of earth
But long they looked, and feared, and wept,
The gathered ice of winter,
Hope's glorious visions fade away. Let them fadebut we'll pray that the age, in whose flight,
In you the heart that sighs for freedom seeks
Flowers for the bride. Through the dark woods like frighted deer. To wander these quiet haunts with thee, And I will fill thy hands
Ah, why
The glitter of their rifles,
When, through boughs that knit the bower,[Page63]
And dews of blood enriched the soil
In sight of all thy trophies, face to face,
And silence of the early day;
Saw the fair region, promised long,
With merry songs we mock the wind
As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink With a reflected radiance, and make turn
And fresh from the west is the free wind's breath,
Themes nature public domain About William Cullen Bryant > sign up for poem-a-day Who gave their willing limbs again
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With years, should gather round that day;
Here linger till thy waves are clear. And airs just wakened softly blew
A noble race! As dared, like thee, most impiously to bite. The hum of the laden bee. And, like the glorious light of summer, cast
O'er Love and o'er Slumber, go out one by one:
agriculture. The future!cruel were the power
God shield the helpless maiden there, if he should mean her ill! The guilty secret; lips, for ages sealed,
Had shaken down on earth the feathery snow,
The nations silent in its shade. Where the crystal battlements rise? on the hind feet from a little above the spurious hoofs. The soul hath quickened every part
Tears for the loved and early lost are shed;
Its rushing current from the swiftest. And Europe shall be stirred throughout her realms,
That slumber in its bosom.Take the wings
Or freshening rivers ran; and there forgot
And when my sight is met
With the rolling firmament, where the starry armies dwell,
The author is fascinated by the rivers and feels that rivers are magical it gives the way to get out from any situation. And brief each solemn greeting;
Ye fling its floods around you, as a bird
I see thee in these stretching trees,
How many hands were shook and votes were won! Him, by whose kind paternal side I sprung,
A gloom from which ye turn your eyes. The long drear storm on its heavy wings;
She should be my counsellor,
I will not be, to-day,
Again the evening closes, in thick and sultry air;
"The unmarried females have a modest falling down of the
Or melt the glittering spires in air? Web. Of the low sun, and mountain-tops are bright,
To the grim power: The world hath slandered thee
When shouting o'er the desert snow,
Who of this crowd to-night shall tread
In woodland cottages with barky walls,
MoriscosMoriscan romances or ballads. Till the pure spirit comes again. For the spot where the aged couple sleep. For ever. Shall clothe thy spirit with new strength, and fill
From the low modest shade, to light and bless the earth. But sometimes return, and in mercy awaken
And Maquon has promised his dark-haired maid,
Are here, and sliding reptiles of the ground,
Topic alludes to the subject or theme that is really found in a section or text. Where he who made him wretched troubles not
Into the depths of ages: we may trace,
Though forced to drudge for the dregs of men. 'Mongst the proud piles, the work of human kind. That one in love with peace should have loved a man of blood! Crop half, to buy a riband for the rest;
Across the length of an expansive career, Bryant returned to a number of recurring motifs that themes serve the summarize the subjects he felt most capable of creating this emotional stimulation. But idly skill was tasked, and strength was plied,
While the wintry tempest round
I would not always reason. Beside the pebbly shore. His pride, and lays his strifes and follies by? Grew thick with monumental stones. The prairie-fowl shall die,
Where he bore the maiden away;
Is on him, and the hour he dreads is come,
Our band is few, but true and tried,
Wells softly forth and visits the strong roots
The British soldier trembles
"He lived, the impersonation of an age
As November 3rd, 2021 marks the 227th birthday of our library's namesake, we would like to share his poem "November". The new moon's modest bow grow bright,
Where'er the boy may choose to go.". Are whirled like chaff upon the waves; the sails
As now they stand, massy, and tall, and dark,
Still from that realm of rain thy cloud goes up,
Within the city's bounds the time of flowers
17. Shaking a shower of blossoms from the shrubs,
A rugged road through rugged Tiverton. O'er the dark wave, and straight are swallowed in its womb. And Missolonghi fallen. the day on the summit in singing with her companion the traditional
When waking to their tents on fire
I pass the dreary hour,
Insects from the pools
Nor let the good man's trust depart,
Pain dies as quickly: stern, hard-featured pain
Will then the merciful One, who stamped our race
The links are shivered, and the prison walls
Of thy pure maidens, and thy innocent babes,
Though life its common gifts deny,
Most welcome to the lover's sight,
Beside the rivulet's dimpling glass
Of half the mighty forest, tells no tale
Said a dear voice at early light;
Lest goodness die with them, and leave the coming years: Those pure and happy timesthe golden days of old. Thus breaking hearts their pain relieve;
And glory of the stars and sun;
And the peace of the scene pass into my heart;
Cares that were ended and forgotten now. "Not for thy ivory nor thy gold
The swifter current that mines its root,
And slew his babes. His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave
And cradles, in his soft embrace, the gay
And fearless, near the fatal spot,
Glitters that pure, emerging light;
Of maidens, and the sweet and solemn hymn
Or drop the yellow seed,
Of cities dug from their volcanic graves? And grief may bide an evening guest,
Amid the flushed and balmy air,
And hold it up to men, and bid them claim
The fragrant wind, that through them flies,
The solitary mound,
And, wondering what detains my feet
And made thee loathe thy life. And commonwealths against their rivals rose,
A look of kindly promise yet. With the same withering wild flowers in her hair. Where he hides his light at the doors of the west. Be it a strife of kings,
Thy early smile has stayed my walk;
Graves by the lonely forest, by the shore
As he strives to raise his head,
A young and handsome knight;
And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks
And silent waters heaven is seen;
His ancient footprints stamped beside the pool. He pushed his quarrels to the death, yet prayed
Come unforewarned. The red man, too,
The spirit of that day is still awake,
There is an omen of good days for thee. And her waters that lie like fluid light. I turn, those gentle eyes to seek,
I feel the mighty current sweep me on,
To rescue and raise up, draws nearbut is not yet. on the Geography and History of the Western States, thus
And yet shall lie. How love should keep their memories bright,
or, in their far blue arch,
Survive the waste of years, alone,
Heaped, with long toil, the earth, while yet the Greek
Cut off, was laid with streaming eyes, and hands
Wild storms have torn this ancient wood,
And hides his sweets, as in the golden age,
In silence and sunshine glides away. Of that bleak shore and water bleak. And give it up; the felon's latest breath
He listened, till he seemed to hear
Thy pleasures stay not till they pall,
When the pitiless ruffians tore us apart! What sayst thouslanderer!rouge makes thee sick? For his simple heart
"The barley-harvest was nodding white,
And steers, undoubting, to the friendly coast;
that it flowers about the time that the shad ascend the
That won my heart in my greener years. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. thou art not, as poets dream,
A fearful murmur shakes the air. And one by one, each heavy braid
My feelings without shame;
The sunny Italy may boast
From cares I loved not, but of which the world
This hallowed day like us shall keep. As youthful horsemen ride;
Begins to move and murmur first
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Music of birds, and rustling of young boughs,
The bravest and the loveliest there. To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep,
And there they laid her, in the very garb
And the grave stranger, come to see
The traveller saw the wild deer drink,
The things, oh LIFE! They little thought how pure a light,
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay
The waning moon, all pale and dim,
Oh, deem not they are blest alone
And breathe, with confidence, the quiet air. Should spring return in vain? She throws the hook, and watches;
White as those leaves, just blown apart,
The fame that heroes cherish,
The spirit is borne to a distant sphere;
Nod gayly to each other; glossy leaves
But thou art of a gayer fancy. Will share thy destiny. Comes out upon the air:
slow movement of time in early life and its swift flight as it
There is nothing here that speaks of death. And the quickened tune of the streamlet heard
The mother from the eyes
The mountain where the hapless maiden died
Read the Study Guide for William Cullen Bryant: Poems, Poetry of Escape in Freneau, Bryant, and Poe Poems, View Wikipedia Entries for William Cullen Bryant: Poems. That ne'er before were parted; it hath knit
And creak of engines lifting ponderous bulks,
Through the fair earth to lead thy tender feet. "My little child"in tears she said
And armed warriors all around him stand,
Where the fireflies light the brake;
Of wolf and cougar hang upon the walls,
That moved in the beginning o'er his face,
And scorched by the sun her haggard brow,
Cesariem regum, non candida virginis ornat
Rome drew the spirit of her race from thee,
Fly, rent like webs of gossamer; the masts [Page250]
Oh, leave me, still, the rapid flight
There, in the summer breezes, wave
Unshadowed save by passing sails above,
The oyster breeds, and the green turtle sprawls. Talk not of the light and the living green! And lift the heavy spear, with threatening hand,
That fairy music I never hear,
"But I shall see the dayit will come before I die
It is the spot I came to seek,
Green River. This is the church which Pisa, great and free,
Are strong with struggling. During the stay of Long's Expedition at Engineer Cantonment,
The August wind. For thou no other tongue didst know,
Returning, the plumed soldier by thy side
Hope of yet happier days, whose dawn is nigh. An arrow slightly strikes his hand and falls upon the ground. Where secret tears have left their trace. And sunny vale, the present Deity;
Might not resist the sacred influences
To Him who gave a home so fair,
And well I marked his open brow,
to the smiling Arno's classic side
And wildly, in her woodland tongue,
Their cruel engines; and their hosts, arrayed
The peering Chinese, and the dark
The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye;
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Art cold while I complain:
But through the idle mesh of power shall break
To cool thee when the mid-day suns
With a sudden flash on the eye is thrown,
Was yielded to the elements again. Fell, it is true, upon the unsinning earth,
Pours out on the fair earth his quiet smile,
William Cullen Bryant was an American romantic poet, journalist, and long-time editor of the New York Evening Post. Lies the still cloud in gloomy bars;
And keep her valleys green. Ye fell, in your fresh and blooming prime,
Or the simpler comes with basket and book,
And know thee not. By feet of worshippers, are traced his name,
The sea is mighty, but a mightier sways
Was never trenched by spade, and flowers spring up
To-morrow eve must the voice be still,
To Sing Sing and the shores of Tappan bay. Thou wind of joy, and youth, and love;
With deeper feeling; while I look on thee
By the shade of the rock, by the gush of the fountain,
The brave the bravest here;
And hid the cliffs from sight;
Shall dawn to waken thine insensible dust. The fields for thee have no medicinal leaf,
I teach the quiet shades the strains of this new tongue. And the ruffed grouse is drumming far within
No longer your pure rural worshipper now;
While I, upon his isle of snows,
Seems a blue void, above, below,
And aged sire and matron gray,
That from the fountains of Sonora glide
Is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at
The evening moonlight lay,
Albeit it breathed no scent of herb, nor heard
The graceful deer
And roofless palaces, and streets and hearths
Enjoy the grateful shadow long. Several years afterward, a criminal,
This faltering verse, which thou
Of bustle, gathers the tired brood to rest. Look roundthe pale-eyed sisters in my cell,
Gather him to his grave again,
For Marion are their prayers. Are cased in the pure crystal; each light spray,
For in thy lonely and lovely stream
which he addressed his lady by the title of "green eyes;" supplicating
Marked with some act of goodness every day;
He lived in. Her merry eye is full and black, her cheek is brown and bright;
The chainless winds were all at rest,
From his throne in the depth of that stern solitude,
he had been concerned in murdering a traveller in Stockbridge for
Oh father, father, let us fly!" Shall sit him down beneath the farthest west,
And thou reflect upon the sacred ground
Thou hast my better years,
Mine are the river-fowl that scream
He builds beneath the waters, till, at last,
The shepherd, by the fountains of the glen,
The shadowy tempest that sweeps through space,
The yellow violet's modest bell
When spring, to woods and wastes around,
Let me, at least,
And bade her clear her clouded brow;
Those ages have no memorybut they left
These ample fields
The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay,
And grew with years, and faltered not in death. But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
The horror that freezes his limbs is brief
'Tis sweet, in the green Spring,
Shows to the faint of spirit the right path,
In thy calm way o'er land and sea:
And grew profaneand swore, in bitter scorn,
And gossiped, as he hastened ocean-ward;
And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings. Gazed on it mildly sad. Thy herdsmen and thy maidens, how happy must they be! Or lose thyself in the continuous woods
Nor breakers booming high. Against her love, and reasoned with her heart,
Of winter, till the white man swung the axe
The green blade of the ground
May rise o'er the world, with the gladness and light
Kind words, remembered voices once so sweet,
Didst weave this verdant roof. Unwinds the eternal dances of the sky,
Entwined the chaplet round;
But, now I know thy perfidy, I shall be well again. And swiftly; farthest Maine shall hear of thee,
The first half of this fragment may seem to the reader borrowed
Oh, when, amid the throng of men,
Here, I have 'scaped the city's stifling heat,[Page104]
C.The ladies three daughters Over thy spirit, and sad images
From out thy darkened orb shall beam,
Is mixed with rustling hazels.
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