As I stood by yon roofless tower,

Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air,

Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,

And tells the midnight moon her care.


The winds were laid, the air was still,

The stars they...

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          Italia, in thy bleeding heart

             I thought e'en hope was dead;

          That from thy scarred and prostrate form

             The spark of life had fled.


          I thought, as memory's sunset glow...

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I thought, in the days of the droving,

Of steps I might hope to retrace,

To be done with the bush and the roving

And settle once more in my place.

With a heart that was well nigh to breaking,

In the long, lonely rides...

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Volcanoes be in Sicily

And South America

I judge from my Geography —

Volcanos nearer here

A Lava step at any time

Am I inclined to climb —

A Crater I may contemplate

Vesuvius at Home.

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The band was playing a waltz-quadrille,

         I felt as light as a wind-blown feather,

As we floated away, at the caller's will,

         Through the intricate, mazy dance together.

Like mimic armies our lines were meeting,...

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        More proudly on thy winding course,

            Dark Alleghany! flow;

        The noblest burden thou couldst bear

            Is on thy waters now.

 

        But calm be every turbid wave,
...

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Water makes many Beds

For those averse to sleep —

Its awful chamber open stands —

Its Curtains blandly sweep —

Abhorrent is the Rest

In undulating Rooms

Whose Amplitude no end invades —

Whose...

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Water, is taught by thirst.

Land — by the Oceans passed.

Transport — by throe —

Peace — by its battles told —

Love, by Memorial Mold —

Birds, by the Snow.

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