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Page 1.
POEM OF THE AGES.
Page 29.
THE BURIAL-PLACE.
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THE MASSACRE AT SCIO.
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Page 41.
THE INDIAN GIRL'S LAMENT.
Her maiden veil, her own black hair, &c.
"The unmarried females have a modest falling down of the hair over the eyes."—ELIOT.
Page 65.
MONUMENT MOUNTAIN.
Page 79.
THE MURDERED TRAVELLER.
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THE AFRICAN CHIEF.
Chained in the market place he stood, &c.
Page 131.
THE CONJUNCTION OF JUPITER AND VENUS.
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THE HURRICANE.
Page 139.
SONNET—WILLIAM TELL.
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THE HUNTER'S SERENADE
The slim papaya ripens, &c.
"A papaw shrub, hanging full of fruits, of a size and weight so disproportioned to the stem, and from under long and rich-looking leaves, of the same yellow with the ripened fruit, and of an African luxuriance of growth, is to us one of the richest spectacles that we have ever contemplated in the array of the woods. The fruit contains from two to six seeds, like those of the tamarind, except that they are double the size. The pulp of the fruit resembles egg-custard in consistence and appearance. It has the same creamy feeling in the mouth, and unites the taste of eggs, cream, sugar, and spice. It is a natural custard, too luscious for the relish of most people."
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THE PRAIRIES
The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye.
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Page 156.
The prairie-hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not.
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These ample fields Nourished their harvests.
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The rude conquerors Seated the captive with their chiefs.
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SONG OF MARION'S MEN.
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MARY MAGDALEN.
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FATIMA AND RADUAN.
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LOVE AND FOLLY.—(FROM LA FONTAINE.)
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(THE ALCAYDE OF MOLINA—(FROM THE SPANISH))
These eyes shall not recall thee, &c.
¡Ay ojuelos verdes! Ay los mis ojuelos! Ay, hagan los cielos Que de mi te acuerdes!
Page 181.
(THE DEATH OF ALIATAR—(FROM THE SPANISH))
Say, Love—for thou didst see her tears, &c.
[Page 269] Dilo tu, amor, si lo viste; ¡Mas ay! que de lastimado Diste otro nudo á la venda, Para no ver lo que ha pasado.
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LOVE IN THE AGE OF CHIVALRY.
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THE LOVE OF GOD.—(FROM THE PROVENÇAL OF BERNARD RASCAS.)
Touta kausa mortala una fes perirá, Fors que l'amour de Dieu, que tousiours durará. Tous nostres cors vendran essuchs, coma fa l'eska, Lous Aubres leyssaran lour verdour tendra e fresca, Lous Auselets del bosc perdran lour kant subtyeu, E non s'auzira plus lou Rossignol gentyeu. Lous Buols al Pastourgage, e las blankas fedettas Sent'ran lous agulhons de las mortals Sagettas, Lous crestas d'Arles fiers, Renards, e Loups espars, Kabrols, Cervys, Chamous, Senglars de toutes pars, Lous Ours hardys e forts, seran poudra, e Arena, Lou Daulphin en la Mar, lou Ton, e la Balena: Monstres impetuous, Ryaumes, e Comtas, Lous Princes, e lous Reys, seran per mort domtas. E nota ben eysso káscun: la Terra granda, (Ou l'Escritura ment) lou fermament que branda, Prendra autra figura. Enfin tout perirá, Fors que l'Amour de Dieu, que touiours durará.
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FROM THE SPANISH OF PEDRO DE CASTRO Y AÑAYA.
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(LIFE.)
Where Isar's clay-white rivulets run Through the dark wood's, like frighted deer.
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THE GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS.
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THE CHILD'S FUNERAL.
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(THE DEATH OF SCHILLER.)
'Tis said, when Schiller's death drew nigh, The wish possessed his mighty mind, To wander forth wherever lie The homes and haunts of human kind.
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(THE FOUNTAIN.)
The flower Of Sanguinaria, from whose brittle stem The red drops fell like blood.
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(THE OLD MAN'S COUNSEL.)
The shad-bush, white with flowers, Whitened the glens.
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"There hast thou," said my friend, "a fitting type Of human life."
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AN EVENING REVERY.—FROM AN UNFINISHED POEM.
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(THE PAINTED CUP.)
The fresh savannas of the Sangamon Here rise in gentle swells, and the long grass Is mixed with rustling hazels. Scarlet tufts Are glowing in the green, like flakes of fire.
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(NOON)
At noon the Hebrew bowed the knee And worshipped Evening and morning, and at noon, will I pray and cry aloud, and he shall hear my voice.—PSALM LV. 17.