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The following sections, if they exist, are offprint from Beacham's Encyclopedia of Popular Fiction: "Social Concerns", "Thematic Overview", "Techniques", "Literary Precedents", "Key Questions", "Related Titles", "Adaptations", "Related Web Sites". The following sections, if they exist, are offprint from Beacham's Guide to Literature for Young Adults: "About the Author", "Overview", "Setting", "Literary Qualities", "Social Sensitivity", "Topics for Discussion", "Ideas for Reports and Papers". All other sections in this Literature Study Guide are owned and copyrighted by Book Rags, Inc. Allegra the fountain ode the fatherland the forlorn midnight A prayer the heritage the rose: A ballad song, ‘violet! ’ Rosaline A requiem A parable song, ‘O moonlight deep and tender’ Sonnets. And still his deathless words of light are swimming Serene throughout the great deep infinite Of human soul, unwaning and undimming, To cheer and guide the mariner at night.

Through every rift it foamed in vain, About its earthly prison, Seeking some unknown thing in pain, And sinking restless back again, For yet no moon had risen: Its only voice a vast dumb moan, Of utterless anguish speaking, It lay unhopefully alone, And lived but in an aimless seeking.

Peace sits within thine eyes, With white hands crossed in joyful rest, 50 While, through thy lips and face, arise The melodies from out thy breast; She sits and sings, With folded wings And white arms crost, ’Weep not for bygone things, They are not lost: The beauty which the summer time O’er thine opening spirit shed, The forest oracles sublime 60 That filled thy soul with joyous dread, The scent of every smallest flower That made thy heart sweet for an hour, Yea, every holy influence, Flowing to thee, thou knewest not whence, In thine eyes to-day is seen, Fresh as it hath ever been; Promptings of Nature, beckonings sweet, Whatever led thy childish feet, Still will linger unawares 70 The guiders of thy silver hairs; Every look and every word Which thou givest forth to-day, Tell of the singing of the bird Whose music stilled thy boyish play.’ Thy voice is like a fountain, Twinkling up in sharp starlight, When the moon behind the mountain Dims the low East with faintest white, Ever darkling, 80 Ever sparkling, We know not if ’tis dark or bright; But, when the great moon hath rolled round, And, sudden-slow, its solemn power Grows from behind its black, clear-edged bound, No spot of dark the fountain keepeth, But, swift as opening eyelids, leapeth Into a waving silver flower. Before the moon was made, Moaning in vague immensity, Of its own strength afraid, Unresful and unstaid.

‘I grieve not that ripe knowledge takes away’ XXVI. February, 1848 anti-Apis A parable ode written for the celebration of the introduction of the Cochituate water into the city of Boston lines suggested by the graves of two English soldiers on Concord battle-ground to——­ freedom Bibliolatres beaver brook Memorial verses. December, 1846 A fable for critics the unhappy lot of Mr. Thy voice is like a fountain Leaping up in sunshine bright, And I never weary counting Its clear droppings, lone and single, 30 Or when in one full gush they mingle, Shooting in melodious light.

A legend of Brittany Prometheus the shepherd of king admetus the token an incident in A railroad car Rhoecus the falcon trial A glance BEHIMD the curtain A Chippewa legend stanzas on freedom Columbus an incident of the fire at Hamburg the Sower hunger and cold the landlord to A pine-tree si descendero in Infernum, ades to the past to the future Hebe the search the present crisis an Indian-summer reverie the growth of the legend A contrast extreme unction the oak Ambrose above and below the captive the birch-tree an interview with miles Standish on the capture of fugitive slaves near Washington to the dandelion the ghost-seer studies for two heads on A portrait of Dante by giotto on the death of A friend’s child Eurydice she came and went the changeling the pioneer longing ode to France. Channing to the memory of hood The vision of sir Launfal letter from Boston. It hath caught a touch of sadness, Yet it is not sad; 20 It hath tones of clearest gladness, Yet it is not glad; A dim, sweet twilight voice it is Where to-day’s accustomed blue Is over-grayed with memories, With starry feelings quivered through.

Thou wast some foundling whom the Hours Nursed, laughing, with the milk of Mirth; Some influence more gay than ours Hath ruled thy nature from its birth, As if thy natal stars were flowers That shook their seeds round thee on earth.

Thou canst not see a shade in life; With sunward instinct thou dost rise, And, leaving clouds below at strife, Gazest undazzled at the skies, With all their blazing splendors rife, A songful lark with eagle’s eyes.

Thine every fancy seems to borrow A sunlight from thy childish years, Making a golden cloud of sorrow, A hope-lit rainbow out of tears,—­ Thy heart is certain of to-morrow, Though ’yond to-day it never peers.

And thou, to lull thine infant rest, Wast cradled like an Indian child; All pleasant winds from south and west With lullabies thine ears beguiled, Rocking thee in thine oriole’s nest, Till Nature looked at thee and smiled.

To know the heart of all things was his duty, All things did sing to him to make him wise, And, with a sorrowful and conquering beauty, The soul of all looked grandly from his eyes.

He did not sigh o’er heroes dead and buried, Chief-mourner at the Golden Age’s hearse, 10 Nor deem that souls whom Charon grim had ferried Alone were fitting themes of epic verse: He could believe the promise of to-morrow, And feel the wondrous meaning of to-day; He had a deeper faith in holy sorrow Than the world’s seeming loss could take away.

Nothing to him were fleeting time and fashion, His soul was led by the eternal law; There was in him no hope of fame, no passion, But with calm, godlike eyes he only saw.