SYMPHONY POEMS
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The Flower And The Leaf: Or, The Lady In The Arbour.[1]
A VISION.
Now turning from the wintry signs, the sun,
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John Dryden
A VISION.
Now turning from the wintry signs, the sun,
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John Dryden
My Last Afternoon With Uncle Devereux Winslow
1922: the stone porch of my Grandfatherâ??s summer house
I
â??I wonâ??t go with you. I want to stay with Grandpa!â?
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Robert Lowell
1922: the stone porch of my Grandfatherâ??s summer house
I
â??I wonâ??t go with you. I want to stay with Grandpa!â?
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Robert Lowell
The Great Hunger
I
Clay is the word and clay is the flesh
Where the potato-gatherers like mechanised scarecrows move
Along the side-fall of the hill - Maguire and his men.
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Patrick Kavanagh
I
Clay is the word and clay is the flesh
Where the potato-gatherers like mechanised scarecrows move
Along the side-fall of the hill - Maguire and his men.
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Patrick Kavanagh
Symphony Of Colours
I am a painter,
My hands hold a brush,
Moving as my heart wants,
Laughing the joy and crying the sorrow of my life.
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Cristina Teodor
I am a painter,
My hands hold a brush,
Moving as my heart wants,
Laughing the joy and crying the sorrow of my life.
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Cristina Teodor
Panthea
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire,
From passionate pain to deadlier delight,-
I am too young to live without desire,
Too young art thou to waste this summer night
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Oscar Wilde
Nay, let us walk from fire unto fire,
From passionate pain to deadlier delight,-
I am too young to live without desire,
Too young art thou to waste this summer night
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Oscar Wilde
Another Reason Why I Don't Keep A Gun In The House
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.
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Billy Collins
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking.
He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark
that he barks every time they leave the house.
They must switch him on on their way out.
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Billy Collins
L'envoi
Now in a thought, now in a shadowed word,
Now in a voice that thrills eternity,
Ever there comes an onward phrase to me
Of some transcendent music I have heard;
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
Now in a thought, now in a shadowed word,
Now in a voice that thrills eternity,
Ever there comes an onward phrase to me
Of some transcendent music I have heard;
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
The Barrel-organ
There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street
In the City as the sun sinks low;
And the music's not immortal; but the world has made it sweet
And fulfilled it with the sunset glow;
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Alfred Noyes
There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street
In the City as the sun sinks low;
And the music's not immortal; but the world has made it sweet
And fulfilled it with the sunset glow;
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Alfred Noyes
The Torrent
I found a torrent falling in a glen
Where the sun's light shone silvered and leaf-split;
The boom, the foam, and the mad flash of it
All made a magic symphony; but when
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
I found a torrent falling in a glen
Where the sun's light shone silvered and leaf-split;
The boom, the foam, and the mad flash of it
All made a magic symphony; but when
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
The Path Of The Stars
Down through the spheres that chant the Name of One
Who is the Law of Beauty and of Light
He came, and as He came the waiting Night
Shook with the gladness of a Day begun;
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Thomas S. Jones, Jr.
Down through the spheres that chant the Name of One
Who is the Law of Beauty and of Light
He came, and as He came the waiting Night
Shook with the gladness of a Day begun;
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Thomas S. Jones, Jr.
The Symphony
“O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead!
The Time needs heart-'tis tired of head:
We're all for love,” the violins said.
“Of what avail the rigorous tale
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Sidney Lanier
“O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead!
The Time needs heart-'tis tired of head:
We're all for love,” the violins said.
“Of what avail the rigorous tale
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Sidney Lanier
Pere Brosse
He had been with the Indians all the day,
But sat with us at eve,
Chatting and laughing in his genial way,
Till came the hour to leave;
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Arthur Weir
He had been with the Indians all the day,
But sat with us at eve,
Chatting and laughing in his genial way,
Till came the hour to leave;
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Arthur Weir
A Calendar Of Sonnets: August
Silence again. The glorious symphony
Hath need of pause and interval of peace.
Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds cease,
Save hum of insects' aimless industry.
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Helen Hunt Jackson
Silence again. The glorious symphony
Hath need of pause and interval of peace.
Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds cease,
Save hum of insects' aimless industry.
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Helen Hunt Jackson
Among The Hills
PRELUDE
ALONG the roadside, like the flowers of gold
That tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,
Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,
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John Greenleaf Whittier
PRELUDE
ALONG the roadside, like the flowers of gold
That tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,
Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,
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John Greenleaf Whittier
A Poem Sacred To The Memory Of Sir Isaac Newton
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth,
To mingle with his stars; and every muse,
Astonish'd into silence, shun the weight
Of honours due to his illustrious name?
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James Thomson
Shall the great soul of Newton quit this earth,
To mingle with his stars; and every muse,
Astonish'd into silence, shun the weight
Of honours due to his illustrious name?
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James Thomson
I Remember Now...
I remember the sky lighting up.
Brilliant burst of fire popped
And bubbled,
Bright blue, red and green
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Foy Mark
I remember the sky lighting up.
Brilliant burst of fire popped
And bubbled,
Bright blue, red and green
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Foy Mark
L'héautontimorouménos (the Man Who Tortures Himself)
L'Héautontimorouménos
Je te frapperai sans colère
Et sans haine, comme un boucher,
Comme Moïse le rocher
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Charles Baudelaire
L'Héautontimorouménos
Je te frapperai sans colère
Et sans haine, comme un boucher,
Comme Moïse le rocher
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Charles Baudelaire
The Symphony
Wonder in happy eyes
Fades, fades away:
And the angel-coloured skies
Whisper farewell.
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Alfred Noyes
Wonder in happy eyes
Fades, fades away:
And the angel-coloured skies
Whisper farewell.
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Alfred Noyes
God's Orchestra
Beneath the canopy of stars,
The stillness of the night
Seeped into my being
And chilled me out.
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Rose Marie Juan Austin
Beneath the canopy of stars,
The stillness of the night
Seeped into my being
And chilled me out.
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Rose Marie Juan Austin
Kubla Khan
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Paradise Lost: Book 03
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn,
Or of the Eternal coeternal beam
May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light,
And never but in unapproached light
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John Milton
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn,
Or of the Eternal coeternal beam
May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light,
And never but in unapproached light
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John Milton
Petit, The Poet
Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick,
Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a quarrel-
Faint iambics that the full breeze wakens-
But the pine tree makes a symphony thereof.
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Edgar Lee Masters
Seeds in a dry pod, tick, tick, tick,
Tick, tick, tick, like mites in a quarrel-
Faint iambics that the full breeze wakens-
But the pine tree makes a symphony thereof.
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Edgar Lee Masters
Symphony In Yellow
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
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Oscar Wilde
An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there, a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
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Oscar Wilde
Liberty
New Castle, July 4, 1878
or a hundred years the pulse of time
Has throbbed for Liberty;
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James Whitcomb Riley
New Castle, July 4, 1878
or a hundred years the pulse of time
Has throbbed for Liberty;
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James Whitcomb Riley
How A Little Girl Sang
Ah, she was music in herself,
A symphony of joyousness.
She sang, she sang from finger tips,
From every tremble of her dress.
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Vachel Lindsay
Ah, she was music in herself,
A symphony of joyousness.
She sang, she sang from finger tips,
From every tremble of her dress.
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Vachel Lindsay
Elijah Browning
I was among multitudes of children
Dancing at the foot of a mountain.
A breeze blew out of the east and swept them as leaves,
Driving some up the slopes…. All was changed.
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Edgar Lee Masters
I was among multitudes of children
Dancing at the foot of a mountain.
A breeze blew out of the east and swept them as leaves,
Driving some up the slopes…. All was changed.
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Edgar Lee Masters
The Twenty Hoss-power Shay
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay
That was built in such a logical way
It ran a hundred years to a day.
And then, of a sudden, it up and bust,
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Ellis Parker Butler
You have heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay
That was built in such a logical way
It ran a hundred years to a day.
And then, of a sudden, it up and bust,
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Ellis Parker Butler
Beyond The Gamut
Softly,
softly, Niccolo Amati!
What can put such fancies in your head?
There, go dream of your blue-skied Cremona,
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Bliss Carman
Softly,
softly, Niccolo Amati!
What can put such fancies in your head?
There, go dream of your blue-skied Cremona,
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Bliss Carman
Song
“‘Betimes my heritage was sold
To buy this heart of solid gold.
Ye all, perchance, have jewels fine,
But what are such compar'd to mine?
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Matilda Betham
“‘Betimes my heritage was sold
To buy this heart of solid gold.
Ye all, perchance, have jewels fine,
But what are such compar'd to mine?
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Matilda Betham
Metabole
An Apostrophe To The Moon.
O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,
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Alfred Castner King
An Apostrophe To The Moon.
O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,
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Alfred Castner King
Sonnet To Consumption
Gently, most gently, on thy victim's head.
Consumption, lay thine hand!-let me decay
Like the expiring lamp, unseen, away,
And softly go to slumber with the dead.
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Henry Kirk White
Gently, most gently, on thy victim's head.
Consumption, lay thine hand!-let me decay
Like the expiring lamp, unseen, away,
And softly go to slumber with the dead.
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Henry Kirk White
Hymn On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity
It was the Winter wilde,
While the Heav'n-born-childe,
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;
Nature in aw to him
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John Milton
It was the Winter wilde,
While the Heav'n-born-childe,
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;
Nature in aw to him
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John Milton
The Kiss To The Flag
Ta ra! Boom boom! A regiment is coming down the street;
From every side an eager throng is hurrying to greet
From overflowing sidewalk and densely crowded square,
A brilliant, uniformed cortege whose music fills the air;
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John L. Stoddard
Ta ra! Boom boom! A regiment is coming down the street;
From every side an eager throng is hurrying to greet
From overflowing sidewalk and densely crowded square,
A brilliant, uniformed cortege whose music fills the air;
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John L. Stoddard
Sonnet Of Motherhood Viii
Make me the melody of meeting palms,
The roundelay of little running feet.
Strike me a measure to a trembling sweet
Of the mouth-s laughter and the fingers- psalms.
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Zora Bernice May Cross
Make me the melody of meeting palms,
The roundelay of little running feet.
Strike me a measure to a trembling sweet
Of the mouth-s laughter and the fingers- psalms.
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Zora Bernice May Cross
Mourning Women
All veiled in black, with faces hid from sight,
Crouching together in the jolting cart,
What forms are these that pass alone, apart,
In abject apathy to life's delight?
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Mathilde Blind
All veiled in black, with faces hid from sight,
Crouching together in the jolting cart,
What forms are these that pass alone, apart,
In abject apathy to life's delight?
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Mathilde Blind
Silence Again
Silence again. The glorious symphony
Hath need of pause and interval of peace.
Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds cease,
Save hum of insects' aimless industry.
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Helen Hunt Jackson
Silence again. The glorious symphony
Hath need of pause and interval of peace.
Some subtle signal bids all sweet sounds cease,
Save hum of insects' aimless industry.
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Helen Hunt Jackson
The Call Of The Nightingale
Awake! awake!
Sleep no more, my gentle mate!
With your tiny tawny bill,
Wake the tuneful echo shrill,
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Aristophanes
Awake! awake!
Sleep no more, my gentle mate!
With your tiny tawny bill,
Wake the tuneful echo shrill,
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Aristophanes
Kora In Hell: Improvisations Xii
birthday. Leaves are beginning to fall upon the long grass. Their cold perfume raises the anticipation of sensational revolutions in my unsettled life. Violence has begotten peace, peace has fluttered away in agitation. A bewildered change has turned among the roots and the Prince's kiss as far at sea as ever.
â??â??â??â??â??â??
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William Carlos Williams
birthday. Leaves are beginning to fall upon the long grass. Their cold perfume raises the anticipation of sensational revolutions in my unsettled life. Violence has begotten peace, peace has fluttered away in agitation. A bewildered change has turned among the roots and the Prince's kiss as far at sea as ever.
â??â??â??â??â??â??
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William Carlos Williams
Music
I have been urged by earnest violins
And drunk their mellow sorrows to the slake
Of all my sorrows and my thirsting sins.
My heart has beaten for a brave drum's sake.
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Wilfred Owen
I have been urged by earnest violins
And drunk their mellow sorrows to the slake
Of all my sorrows and my thirsting sins.
My heart has beaten for a brave drum's sake.
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Wilfred Owen
Fidelity
A BARKING sound the Shepherd hears,
A cry as of a dog or fox;
He halts--and searches with his eyes
Among the scattered rocks:
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William Wordsworth
A BARKING sound the Shepherd hears,
A cry as of a dog or fox;
He halts--and searches with his eyes
Among the scattered rocks:
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William Wordsworth
A Perfect Sonnet
Oh, for a perfect sonnet of all time!
Wild music, heralding immortal hopes,
Strikes the bold prelude. To it from each clime,
Like tropic birds on some green island slopes,
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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Oh, for a perfect sonnet of all time!
Wild music, heralding immortal hopes,
Strikes the bold prelude. To it from each clime,
Like tropic birds on some green island slopes,
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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
A Love Symphony
Along the garden ways just now
I heard the flowers speak;
The white rose told me of your brow,
The red rose of your cheek;
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Arthur William Edgar O'shaughnessy
Along the garden ways just now
I heard the flowers speak;
The white rose told me of your brow,
The red rose of your cheek;
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Arthur William Edgar O'shaughnessy
Father And Son
Father:
On these occasions, the feelings surprise,
Spontaneous as rain, and they compel
Explicitness, embarrassed eyesâ??â??
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Delmore Schwartz
Father:
On these occasions, the feelings surprise,
Spontaneous as rain, and they compel
Explicitness, embarrassed eyesâ??â??
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Delmore Schwartz
In Solitary Places
The hurl and hurry of the winds of March,
That tore the ash and bowed the pine and larch,
Are past and done with: winds, that trampled through
The forests with enormous, scythe-like sweep,
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Madison Julius Cawein
The hurl and hurry of the winds of March,
That tore the ash and bowed the pine and larch,
Are past and done with: winds, that trampled through
The forests with enormous, scythe-like sweep,
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Madison Julius Cawein
On The Power Of Sound
I
Thy functions are ethereal,
As if within thee dwelt a glancing mind,
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William Wordsworth
I
Thy functions are ethereal,
As if within thee dwelt a glancing mind,
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William Wordsworth
The Lord Of The Isles: Canto I
Introduction
Autumn departs, but still his mantle's fold
Rests on the groves of noble Somerville,
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Walter Scott (sir)
Introduction
Autumn departs, but still his mantle's fold
Rests on the groves of noble Somerville,
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Walter Scott (sir)