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Influence of Natural Objects

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In Calling Forth and Strengthening the Imagination in Boyhood and Early Youth Wisdom and Spirit of the Universe! Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought! And giv’st to forms…

Indignation Of A High-Minded Spaniard

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WE can endure that He should waste our lands, Despoil our temples, and by sword and flame Return us to the dust from which we came; Such food a Tyrant’s…

Incident Characteristic Of A Favorite Dog

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ON his morning rounds the Master Goes to learn how all things fare; Searches pasture after pasture, Sheep and cattle eyes with care; And, for silence or for talk, He…

In The Pass Of Killicranky

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SIX thousand veterans practised in war’s game, Tried men, at Killicranky were arrayed Against an equal host that wore the plaid, Shepherds and herdsmen.–Like a whirlwind came The Highlanders, the…

In Due Observance Of An Ancient Rite

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IN due observance of an ancient rite, The rude Biscayans, when their children lie Dead in the sinless time of infancy, Attire the peaceful corse in vestments white; And, in…

I Travelled among Unknown Men

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I travelled among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea; Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. ‘Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will…

I Know an Aged Man Constrained to Dwell

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I know an aged Man constrained to dwell In a large house of public charity, Where he abides, as in a Prisoner’s cell, With numbers near, alas! no company. When…

I Grieved For Buonaparte

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I GRIEVED for Buonaparte, with a vain And an unthinking grief! The tenderest mood Of that Man’s mind–what can it be? what food Fed his first hopes? what knowledge could…

How Sweet It Is, When Mother Fancy Rocks

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HOW sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks The wayward brain, to saunter through a wood! An old place, full of many a lovely brood, Tall trees, green arbours, and…

Hoffer

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OF mortal parents is the Hero born By whom the undaunted Tyrolese are led? Or is it Tell’s great Spirit, from the dead Returned to animate an age forlorn? He…