The New-York Book of PoetryCharles Fenno Hoffman G. Dearborn, 1837 - 253 pages |
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... , 144 West Point , 187 • Verses to the Memory of Colonel Wood , of the United States ' Army , who fell at the Sortie of Erie , 163 Verses written in a Book of Fortunes , 181 • UNIV 00 CALIFORNIA POEMS . THOUGHTS OF A STUDENT . X CONTENTS .
... , 144 West Point , 187 • Verses to the Memory of Colonel Wood , of the United States ' Army , who fell at the Sortie of Erie , 163 Verses written in a Book of Fortunes , 181 • UNIV 00 CALIFORNIA POEMS . THOUGHTS OF A STUDENT . X CONTENTS .
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... memory . Love hath its thoughts , we cannot keep , Visions the mind may not control , Waking as fancy does in sleep The secret transports of the soul , Faces and forms are strangely mingled , Till one by one they're slowly singled , To ...
... memory . Love hath its thoughts , we cannot keep , Visions the mind may not control , Waking as fancy does in sleep The secret transports of the soul , Faces and forms are strangely mingled , Till one by one they're slowly singled , To ...
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... glens have thundered , And sent their startling echoes o'er the earth ; And not a verdant glade nor mountain hoary But treasures up within the glorious story . And yet not rich in high - souled memories only 8 MOONLIGHT ON THE HUDSON .
... glens have thundered , And sent their startling echoes o'er the earth ; And not a verdant glade nor mountain hoary But treasures up within the glorious story . And yet not rich in high - souled memories only 8 MOONLIGHT ON THE HUDSON .
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Charles Fenno Hoffman. And yet not rich in high - souled memories only , Is every moon - touched headland round me gleaming , Each cavernous glen and leafy valley lonely , And silver torrent o'er the bald rock streaming : But such soft ...
Charles Fenno Hoffman. And yet not rich in high - souled memories only , Is every moon - touched headland round me gleaming , Each cavernous glen and leafy valley lonely , And silver torrent o'er the bald rock streaming : But such soft ...
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... memories of an earlier day , Like those dead trunks , that show What once were mighty pines - have fled With Time's unceasing , rapid tread . THE WESTERN HUNTER TO HIS MISTRESS . BY C. F. THE CALLICOON IN AUTUMN . 35.
... memories of an earlier day , Like those dead trunks , that show What once were mighty pines - have fled With Time's unceasing , rapid tread . THE WESTERN HUNTER TO HIS MISTRESS . BY C. F. THE CALLICOON IN AUTUMN . 35.
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Ajalon ANTHONY BLEECKER azure skies beam beauty beneath bird bless bloom bosom bower breast breath breeze bright brow C. F. HOFFMAN charm cheek clouds coursers dark dark sceptre death deep dost dream dreaming lip e'en earth echo EDWARD SANFORD fade fair flowers forest gallant gaze Gibeon glance gleam gloom glory glow green hath heart heaven hope hour hues JOHN INMAN land life's light loitering flight lone lyre MISS ELIZABETH morning mountain ne'er night numbers o'er pale pale night pride pure rest roll rose round rove scene shade shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sparkling spirit spring star steal stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thought throng tide tree VISIT FROM ST voice waves ween weep WHIP-POOR-WILL wild WILLIAM LEGGETT wind wings wood youth
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