Sweet cares rest

This twilight seems a veil of gause & mist

Trees seem dark hills between the earth & sky

Winds sob awake & then a gusty hist

Fanns through the wheat like serpents gliding bye

I love to stretch my length 'tween earth & sky

& see the inky foliage oer me wave

Though shades are still my prison where I lie

Long use grows nature which I easy brave

& think how sweet cares rest within the grave

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from Child Harold

Say What Is Love—To Live In Vain

To Live & Die & Live Again

Say What Is Love—Is It To Be

In Prison Still & Still Be Free

Or Seem As Free—Alone & Prove

The Hopeless Hopes of Real Love

Does Real Love On Earth Exist

Tis Like A Sun beam On The Mist

That Fades & No Where Will Remain

& Nowhere Is Oertook Again

Say What Is Love—A Blooming Name

A Rose Leaf On The Page Of Fame

That Blooms Then Fades—To Cheat No More

& Is What Nothing Was Before

Say What Is Love—What E'er It be

It Centre's Mary Still With Thee

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Fame

Fame blazed upon me like a comets glare

Fame waned & left me like a fallen star
Because I told the evil what they are
& truth & falshood never wished to mar
My Life hath been a wreck — & I've gone far
For peace & truth — & hope — for home & rest
— Like Edens gates — fate throws a constant bar —
Thoughts may o'ertake the sunset in the west
— Man meets no home within a womans breast

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Buds wi March

Soon as the spring its earliest visit pays

& buds wi march & (the) lengthend days

Of mingld suns & shades & snow & rain

Forcing the crackling frost to melt again

I mark the widow & her orphan boy

In preparation for their old employ

The same lorn figures as they usd to be

Rags pinchd with hungry care from poverty

The cloak & hat that had for seasons past

Repelld the rain & buffeted the blast

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Mire & sludge

O for a pleasant book to cheat the sway

Of winter—where rich mirth with hearty laugh

Listens & rubs his legs on corner seat

For fields are mire & sludge—& badly off

Are those who on their pudgy paths delay

There striding shepherd seeking driest way

Fearing nights wetshod feet & hacking cough

That keeps him waken till the peep of day

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A venerable tree

I never pass a venerable tree

Pining away to nothingness & dust
Ruins vain shades of power I never see
Once dedicated to times cheating trust
But warm reflection wakes her saddest thought
& views lifes vanity in cheerless light
& sees earths bubbles youth so eager sought
Burst into emptiness of lost delight

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Many a tinted hue

To tastes warm bosom & to healths flusht cheek

Morns flushing face peeps out her first fond smile

Crimsoning the east in many tinted hue

The horison round as edgd with brooding mist

Penc'ling its seeming circle round so uniform

In ting[e] of faintly blue—how lovly then

The streak which matchless nature skirting sweet

Flushes the edges of the arching sky

& melting draws the hangings of the morn

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