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Bivouac on a Mountain Side I see before me now a travelling army halting, Below a fertile valley spread, with barns and the orchards of summer, Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt, in places rising high, Broken, with rocks, with clinging cedars, with tall shapes dingily seen, ... Poet: Walt Whitman	The Mountain to the Pine Thou tall, majestic monarch of the wood, That standeth where no wild vines dare to creep, Men call thee old, and say that thou hast stood A century upon my rugged steep; Yet unto me thy life is but a day, When I recall the things that I have seen,—... Poet: Clarence Hawkes	The Mountain Fern Oh, the fern, the fern, the Irish hill fern, That girds our blue lakes from Lough Ine to Lough Erne, That waves on our crags like the plume of a king, And bends like a nun over clear well and spring. The fairies’ tall palm-tree, the heath-bird’s fresh nest,... Poet: Arthur Gerald Geoghegan	To a Mountain Daisy On Turning One Down with the Plough in April, 1786 WEE, modest, crimson-tippèd flower, Thou ’s met me in an evil hour, For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem; To spare thee now is past my power, Thou bonny gem. ... Poet: Robert Burns
Bloom upon the Mountain — stated — Bloom upon the Mountain — stated — Blameless of a Name — Efflorescence of a Sunset — Reproduced — the same — Seed, had I, my Purple Sowing Should endow the Day — Not a Topic of a Twilight — ... Poet:	A Mountain Station I bought a run a while ago On country rough and ridgy, Where wallaroos and wombats grow -- The Upper Murrumbidgee. The grass is rather scant, it's true, But this a fair exchange is, The sheep can see a... Poet:	Nor Mountain hinder Me Nor Mountain hinder Me Nor Sea — Who's Baltic — Who's Cordillera? Poet:	The Mountain (Dickinson) The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His... Poet:
The Mountain sat upon the Plain The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair — His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere — The Seasons played around his knees Like Children round a sire — Grandfather of the Days... Poet: